Chapter 746:
Elyse tingled from his touch. Pinned down, she felt like a puppet under his control. Still, she refused to give in. “I am not yours. You’re not allowed to touch me.”
Annoyed by her resistance, Jayden pressed his hand between her legs. He felt the wetness, a smug smile appearing on his face. “Elyse, your body is more honest than your words.”
Elyse’s mind went blank. She couldn’t grasp how the situation had escalated.
Jayden, unaware and indifferent to her thoughts, raised her skirt, effortlessly ripped her white pantyhose, and deftly slid a finger inside. Elyse was shocked; her body tensed, her legs instinctively clenching, but she was no match for Jayden’s strength. He nonchalantly and boldly pushed his finger into her vagina. Though she tried to remain silent, moans slipped through her gritted teeth. After a few indifferent thrusts, her lower body was overwhelmed. Pleased, Jayden pulled his hand back, observed the dampness on his finger, and forced her to see it.
“Sweetheart,” he said, “look how truthful your body is.”
Elyse’s cheeks flushed deep red. Watching him lick the moisture from his finger, she felt more helpless. With a trace of a sob, she said sadly, “Jayden, what am I to you in your heart? Why do you repeatedly crush my dignity?”
He hadn’t noticed her emotional turmoil; he was still reveling in her physical response. Pleased, he said, “In my heart, you are my woman, a woman who belongs only to me. Elyse, no one can take you away. Do you understand?”
Elyse covered her face, refusing to speak further. She suppressed the moans, resolving not to make a sound. Jayden continued to manipulate her body freely. Just as he was about to take her, he suddenly saw tears streaming down her face.
Was she crying? He paused, lifting her hands, revealing her flushed yet profoundly sad face. Her body still craved him, but her mind couldn’t accept being with a man already in a relationship. Although she still harbored feelings for him, her principles wouldn’t allow such a shameful act.
Realizing the significance of her earlier words, Jayden finally grasped what mattered to her. He sighed softly, then gently helped her get dressed, though the torn white pantyhose remained irreparable. He took out his phone and texted his assistant to bring a new pair. After sending the text, he lifted her onto his lap and comforted her patiently. “Don’t cry. This is my fault. I’m such a jerk.”
Elyse quietly dabbed at her tears, remaining silent. Seeing this, Jayden admitted, “You know, I’m not a decent man, particularly in intimate moments. I really can be a jerk, but only towards you.”
Elyse bit her lip, her voice hoarse. “Stop saying things like that. You have a girlfriend now. I hope you’ll be responsible to her and not come to me anymore, giving her a sense of security.”
Jayden let out a soft laugh. . . .