The Billionaire's Priceless Darling: 33 Days of the CEO's Pursuit - Chapter 116 - His Twisted Imprisonment 3

Gu Xiaoai’s face burned with pain, the sting of humiliation spreading through her chest like wildfire.

“Gu Xiaoai! Remember your place as a mistress! Don’t push me to hit you again!” His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. The disdain, the defiance she dared to show in front of him-it was infuriating.

This was the second time he had slapped her.

And she would remember it.

Her delicate fingers clenched tightly around the soft blanket. Her slightly swollen lips parted, and she uttered a single word, her voice low but biting. “Trash.”

Li Juefeng’s fury teetered on the edge of explosion. His teeth ground together as he spat out each word, “What did you just say?”

Gu Xiaoai raised her hand to cover her stinging cheek, sitting up on the bed. Her gaze, filled with disdain and disgust, locked onto his stormy face. “Hitting a woman? Li Juefeng, you’re not even a man. Trash. A rabid dog.”

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Li Juefeng’s eyes burned with a dark, smoldering rage. His piercing gaze bore into her, his black pupils almost bulging with intensity.

“Gu Xiaoai! Whether I’m a man or a rabid dog, aren’t you the one who knows best?” His voice was low, venomous, like a serpent coiling to strike.

With a swift motion, he yanked off his tie, his hands moving to rip open his shirt. Buttons popped off one by one, scattering across the floor as the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Gu Xiaoai’s face turned pale. Was he going to force himself on her again?

So be it. She had already said her piece. There was no point in fearing things getting worse.

She tugged at the handcuffs binding her wrist, a mocking smile curling her lips. Her eyes, filled with scorn, stared at him as if he were no more than a mad dog. “Is this what it takes to satisfy your sick, twisted desires? Locking me up like this?”

Twisted desires.

To her, that’s all he was-an animal driven by base instincts.

Fine.

Li Juefeng’s expression darkened further. In one swift motion, he tore off his shirt, revealing a broad, muscular chest. He grabbed her arm and pinned her beneath him, his head lowering as he aimed for her lips.

“Get off me!” Gu Xiaoai turned her head sharply, causing his kiss to land awkwardly on her cheek.

Her defiance only fueled his anger. Half-kneeling on either side of her, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her face back toward him with ease.

The sharp pull on her scalp sent waves of pain coursing through her, but she refused to cry out. Her lips pressed together in stubborn silence.

His fiery kisses rained down on her face and lips, relentless and unrestrained, as if trying to erase her resistance with sheer force.

At some point, her strapless dress had been torn to shreds, though she hadn’t even noticed. But the cold, piercing pain of his body forcing its way into hers-without warning, without care-was impossible to ignore. It was a searing agony, a torment that felt like it had clawed its way straight out of hell.

He moved against her with a brutal, unyielding rhythm, showing no trace of tenderness.

The sharp, tearing pain of being invaded left her trembling, her body wracked with shudders of anguish…