Try Begging Novel - Chapter 26

“Today, your choices are but two.”

Sally swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on his unnervingly fervent eyes. Winston, too, swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing before he whispered in a deeply resonant voice.

“First. You willingly yield to me, and walk out of here unharmed.”

He slowly closed and opened his eyes, pausing for effect. It was a tactic he favored when cornering his torture subjects psychologically.

“Second. You are forced to yield to me, and leave my arms… slightly…”

His left hand suddenly reached for her face. She tilted her head slightly to the side, evading him, but his fingertips still threaded through her disheveled hair, lightly grasping the back of her head.

“…damaged.”

His lips, pressed close to her cheek, brushed softly against her skin, and Sally shivered as if bitten by sharp teeth.

“Which will you choose?”

He pulled back, his eyes steadily fixed on Sally’s.

“Whichever you desire, I shall grant it.”

Faced with the turquoise contempt that reminded him of the girl on the beach in his youth, Leon curved his lips into a twisted smile and hooked a finger into his tie knot. He yanked the knot loose in one swift motion, then seized the small hand that had turned the billiard table deathly pale. The woman roughly pulled her hand away.

“You don’t need to tie me.”

“So, what’s your choice?”

“The first.”

A satisfied smile spread across Leon’s lips. He lifted her small chin, about to claim her lips, when the woman blocked him with her hand.

“Just promise me one thing.”

He raised an eyebrow, a generous smile on his face, as if he would grant anything.

“Promise me you won’t draw blood.”

Leon’s brow furrowed briefly before he replied.

“I can’t promise that here.”

His eyes indicated the space between her legs.

“But elsewhere, I promise.”

As if bracing herself for a great decision, the woman looked at him with serious eyes, then removed the hand covering her lips.

Leon, who had intended to bite into the plump lips that had stirred an unexpected desire in him all evening, froze the moment the woman did something he hadn’t anticipated at all.

Her left hand cupped his cheek. Her milky eyelids slowly descended, obscuring half of her turquoise eyes, and her slightly pale, rose-tinged lips drew closer to Leon.

At that moment, his ears throbbed with a ringing sound, as if a bomb had exploded nearby.

Leon watched, enveloped in a hazy heat, as the woman kissed him. The soft flesh of her lips touched his, which had grown parched, and a dizzying thrill he had buried in his memory shot through his entire body.

Finally, her lips sealed perfectly against his. Leon’s chest visibly rose and fell, and his breathing grew ragged.

The skin that met was warm. And sweet, perhaps thanks to the copious amounts of sweets he had consumed all night.

The woman’s lips slowly parted his, gently crushing the flesh. Then, opening a little wider, she seemed to steal a kiss, sucking at his lips before pulling away with a soft pop.

The sound of their lips meeting was akin to a slap on the cheek. In truth, it was far more intimate, and a little more suggestive.

The woman’s lips returned, pressing against his once more. He wanted to crush her in his arms immediately, to greedily devour, suck, and chew on her lips. Leon suppressed the impulse, drawing on what little reason he had left. All this time, he had only considered forcing her, but the woman’s active participation was unexpectedly exciting.

He, too, slowly moved his lips in return.

Occasionally, he found himself closing his eyes, then opening them. And then, without realizing it, he would observe her reaction.

Her usually intelligent gaze was unfocused. Her full breasts heaved, as if she was out of breath. The relief that he wasn’t the only one in a frenzy wasn’t unwelcome.

Leon caressed her nape and lower back soothingly, letting a small sigh escape into her mouth.

Could it truly end with just one time?

He had vowed it would be trivial once he tried, but after just one kiss, he already questioned it.

Had she done this with that fiancé of hers too?

A sudden thought coursed through him, reaching his hands. His grip on the woman tightened. Losing all reason, Leon finally plunged his tongue deep into the parted space of her lips.

At that moment, the woman’s eyes widened, shaking violently. Her hazy gaze sharpened.

He expected her to resist his rough kiss, but the woman, quite actively, entwined her tongue with his.

How many times had their soft, moist flesh tangled and rubbed against each other? The woman tilted her head to the right, and he, too, leaned his head a little more to the left, just as he was fiercely sucking on her tongue.

“Darling, do I look that foolish?”

Leon’s left hand abruptly seized her wrist. The woman’s fingertips had been touching the flap of his pistol holster.

His lips pulled away. But the hand, gripping her slender wrist as if to break it, remained.

Winston let out a bitter laugh, biting his lips, wet with Sally’s saliva. His eyes, blazing with icy fury, glared at her before he suddenly roughly grabbed Sally’s neck and threw her down.

“Ugh.”

“You broke the promise, Sally Bristol.”

Her body slammed onto the billiard table. The scattered billiard balls bounced, and a cue stick, resting on the edge, clattered onto the carpet with a dull thud.

Winston pressed down hard on Sally’s neck, tearing open her blouse in one swift motion.

“H-huh, Captain, I can’t breathe…”

She feigned gasping for breath, scratching his forearm. Her neck and spine, once subdued, were hard to escape from, so she had to resort to trickery.

Winston, who had been about to bite the flesh exposed above her bra, looked up at her, his eyes narrowed. Perhaps her trick of holding her breath until her face turned bright red had worked, for he released her neck and instead seized both her wrists, pinning them above her head.

His other hand lifted her skirt and plunged towards her lower back. Just as he was about to pull down her bloomers, Sally quickly drew her legs up, curling her body, her legs straddling Winston’s thighs. With the momentum from rapidly pulling her legs up, she put her weight on her heels and powerfully kicked Winston in the solar plexus.

“Ugh…”

He grimaced, bending his upper body. Sally, seizing the moment his grip on her wrists loosened, flipped her body over.

She scrambled quickly across the billiard table towards the opposite side, but her ankle was suddenly seized. Winston muttered a curse, pulling her back with a grip that threatened to snap her ankle.

As she was dragged back, unable to withstand the brutal strength of the military officer, she grabbed one of the billiard balls rolling on the table. When he pulled Sally’s backside towards his crotch, Sally, who had been feigning compliance, suddenly spun around and struck Winston’s head with the billiard ball.

“Ugh!”

The hard ball grazed his forehead. He squeezed his eyes shut from the sudden impact, staggering, but still twisted Sally’s arm.

“Ah!”

Her arm, violently twisted behind her back, felt as if it would pop out of her shoulder. When he pressed hard on her wrist with his thumb, her hand involuntarily opened, and the billiard ball dropped with a thud onto the table.

“Ha…”

A short sigh, mixed with frustration and anger, escaped Winston. Sally gasped for breath, turning her head back over her shoulder.

His disheveled platinum hair was deeply stained with blood. Winston wiped the blood that began to trickle down his forehead with his hand, then stared silently. The focus in his eyes slowly blurred.

“Sally…”

A dangerously low voice seethed with excitement.

“You’re too dangerous for me. You know too well what I like.”

He suddenly smeared his blood-soaked finger across Sally’s lips.

“Gasp!”

She turned her head to avoid it, but her cheek was also stained with his blood. Winston seized Sally’s jaw and pressed his lips against hers. Hot flesh moved roughly and wetly over Sally’s lips.

Winston released her jaw, but Sally couldn’t pull her lips away. The vile bastard had bitten her lower lip with his teeth. If she turned her head, it felt as though a chunk of flesh would be torn off.

The hand that had released her jaw moved downwards. As he hooked Sally’s waist over the edge of the billiard table and lifted her skirt, Sally fumbled at her waist with her free hand.

The moment her fingertips touched the billiard ball she had dropped, a loud bang erupted, and the books on the opposite bookshelf tumbled down. Winston had seized the ball and thrown it.

“Ah!”

Her arm was twisted behind her back. He had finally stripped Sally of all means of resistance.

Eventually, Sally’s bloomers were yanked down to her mid-thigh. The sound of a belt and buttons being hastily undone from behind her exposed buttocks was chilling.

“I’ll kill you.”

“Ha… Before that, you’ll die.”

Winston exhaled roughly, then pressed his body against Sally, leaning over her. As his hot flesh touched her intimate area, Sally writhed and struggled, twisting her waist, but to no avail.

“It will hurt a lot. I’m very angry right now, so it’s hard to be considerate.”