Chapter 26

"Today, you have only two choices."

Sally swallowed hard and stared straight into his unnervingly intense eyes. Winston also swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, and whispered in a deep, hoarse voice.

"First, you can willingly have a relationship with me and walk out of here unharmed."

He slowly closed his eyes and then opened them, pausing for effect. This was a tactic he often used to psychologically corner his victims.

"Second, you can have a forced relationship with me and leave here... a little more..."

His left hand suddenly came close to her face. She turned her head slightly to avoid it, but his fingertips slipped into her tangled hair and gently grabbed the back of her head.

"Damaged, in my arms."

As his lips brushed softly against her cheek, Sally shuddered as if bitten by a sharp tooth.

"Which will it be?"

He stepped back and fixed his gaze on Sally's eyes.

"Whichever you choose, I'll do it your way."

Leon, who had been facing Sally with a look of disdain that reminded him of a girl from the beach in his childhood, smiled crookedly and hooked his finger into his tie knot. He quickly pulled it loose and grabbed her small hand, which had been pressing against the white cue ball, but she roughly pulled it away.

"There's no need to tie me up."

"So, what's your choice?"

"First."

A satisfied smile spread across Leon's lips. As he lifted her small chin and was about to kiss her, she blocked him with her hand.

"Only if you promise me one thing."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled generously, as if he would agree to anything.

"Promise me you won't draw blood."

Leon frowned slightly before answering.

"I can't promise that."

His eyes glanced at the space between her legs.

"But I can promise not to draw blood elsewhere."

The woman looked at him with a serious expression, as if making a significant decision, and then removed her hand from her lips.

Leon, who had been planning to bite her plump lips all evening, froze as she did something he hadn't expected.

Her left hand cupped his cheek. Her milky eyelids slowly lowered, covering half of her teal eyes, and her slightly pink lips, now less pale, moved closer to Leon.

At that moment, a loud ringing filled his ears as if a bomb had exploded nearby.

Leon watched in a daze as the woman kissed him. The moment her soft flesh touched his now dry lips, a thrilling shiver, long buried in his memory, shot through his body.

Finally, her lips pressed firmly against his. Leon's chest rose and fell noticeably, and his breathing grew rough.

Her skin was warm. Perhaps because she had eaten a lot of sweets all night, it was even sweet.

Her lips slowly parted his, gently pressing and molding the flesh. Then, they parted a bit more, sucking and releasing with a soft pop.

The sound of lips touching was similar to a slap on the cheek, but it was more secretive and slightly more erotic.

The woman's lips came back to press against his again. Leon wanted to crush her in his arms, greedily kiss, suck, and bite her lips. He suppressed the urge with the little sanity he had left. Although he had been planning to force himself on her, her active response was unexpectedly exciting.

He slowly moved his lips in response.

He occasionally closed and opened his eyes without realizing it, then unknowingly checked her reaction.

Her usually sharp eyes were now clouded. Her heaving chest indicated she was breathing heavily. The relief of knowing she wasn't the only one feeling anxious made him feel not so bad.

Leon stroked her neck and back, sending small sighs into her mouth.

Would this really be over with just one time?

He had boasted that it would become boring after one time, but he was already having doubts after just one kiss.

Had she done this with her fiancé?

The thought spread to his hands, which gripped her more tightly. Losing his mind, Leon pushed his tongue deep into her parted lips.

At that moment, the woman's eyes widened. Her previously hazy gaze became clear.

He thought she would resist his rough kiss, but she actively engaged her tongue.

They entwined and rubbed their soft, moist flesh countless times. When the woman turned her head to the right, he tilted his head a bit more to the left and sucked her tongue hard.

"Do I look that easy to you?"

Leon's left hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. Her fingertips were touching the cover of his gun holster.

The man's lips pulled away, but his grip on her wrist remained tight.

Winston burst out laughing and bit his lip, which was wet with Sally's saliva. His eyes, burning with cold fury, suddenly grabbed Sally's neck and threw her down.

"Ugh."

"You're the one who broke the promise, Sally Bristol."

Her body hit the pool table with a thud. The pool balls scattered in the corner, and the cue stick, which had been leaning against the edge, fell to the carpet with a dull thud.

Winston pressed Sally's neck firmly and tore her blouse open in one swift motion.

"Ah, Captain, I can't... breathe..."

She scratched his arm, pretending to struggle for breath. Once the neck and spine were pinned, it was hard to escape, so she had to use a trick.

Winston, who had been about to bite the exposed flesh outside her bra, looked up at her. It seemed that her deliberate attempt to hold her breath and turn her face red had worked, as he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head.

His other hand lifted her skirt and reached for her back. Just as he was about to pull down her panties, Sally quickly brought her legs up and curled her body. Using the momentum from lifting her legs, she planted her heels firmly and pushed hard against Winston's chest.

"Ugh..."

The man grimaced and bent forward. Seizing the moment when his grip on her wrists loosened, Sally flipped her body.

She quickly crawled across the pool table toward the opposite side, but her ankle was suddenly grabbed. Winston muttered a curse and pulled her ankle, threatening to break it.

Unable to resist the brute strength of the military officer, she grabbed a ball that was rolling on the pool table. As he pulled her hips toward his groin, Sally, pretending to be dragged along, suddenly turned and hit Winston's head with the pool ball.

"Ugh!"

The hard ball struck his forehead. Despite the sudden impact, he squeezed his eyes shut and staggered, but still held onto Sally's arm.

"Ah!"

Her arm, twisted behind her back, felt like it was about to pop out of its socket. As he pressed his thumb hard into her wrist, her hand opened involuntarily, and the pool ball fell onto the pool table.

"Hah..."

A sigh, a mix of frustration and anger, escaped Winston's lips. Sally, breathing heavily, turned her head to look behind her.

Her platinum hair, now stained with blood, was turning a deep red. Winston wiped the blood that was starting to flow from his forehead and stared at her silently. His focus gradually blurred.

"Sally..."

His voice, dangerously low, was filled with excitement.

"You're too dangerous for me. You know too well what I like."

He suddenly rubbed his blood-soaked finger across Sally's lips.

"Ah!"

Trying to avoid it, she turned her head, but her cheek was also stained with his blood. Winston grabbed her chin and pressed his lips against hers. A hot, fleshy mass writhed messily on Sally's lips.

Even after he released her chin, Sally couldn't pull away her lips. He had bitten her lower lip with his teeth, and she feared a chunk of flesh would be torn off if she turned her head.

His hand, which had released her chin, moved downward. As he lifted her hips and pulled up her skirt, Sally, with her free hand, felt around her waist.

The moment her fingertips touched the dropped pool ball, a loud crash echoed as books from the opposite bookshelf fell. Winston had thrown the ball.

"Ah!"

Her arm was twisted behind her back. He had finally taken away all her means of resistance.

In the end, Sally's panties were pulled down to her thighs. The sound of his belt and buttons being hurriedly undone behind her was chilling.

"I'll kill you."

"Ha... You'll die first."

Winston exhaled roughly and pressed his body against Sally, lying on top of her. As the hot flesh touched her intimate area, Sally writhed and twisted her waist, but to no avail.

"It's going to hurt a lot. I'm too angry to be gentle right now."