"Boyfriend? Who permitted you to have a boyfriend? Have you forgotten that Zachary sold you to me, you can only belong to me," Oliver's thumb caressed her scarlet lips, his tone becoming more dangerous with each word.
Amelia looked up, meeting his gaze with her anger still smoldering, "Uncle, I've been your secret lover for a year. Even if you keep a woman, it costs some money, and as far as I know, the amount my adoptive father owed you wasn't much."
"Ha..." Oliver's eyes were filled with gloom, a cold sneer escaping his thin lips, "You still know you are the woman I keep. How dare you run away from me?"
Amelia's breath hitched, feeling as if she would be drawn into his embrace.
"I give you three minutes, message Lucas right now and tell him you're breaking up with him."
"Impossible!" Amelia refused without a moment's hesitation.
She couldn't break up with Lucas; she needed the money.
Her grandmother had severe renal failure, and without enough money for a transplant, there was no hope.
Besides her adoptive mother, her grandmother was the only one who cared for her in this world.
Before they started dating, Lucas had promised to take care of her grandmother with her, and when he proposed, he promised to cover all her grandmother's medical expenses if Amelia would marry him.
She only had her grandmother left in this world, and she couldn't let anything happen to her.
She thought everything would turn for the better, but she never expected to run into Oliver again.
She had long since repaid her debt to him; by what right did this man still try to force her? He clearly only treated her as a plaything!
Oliver took Amelia's earlobe into his mouth, nibbling it as a punishment, "Are you really so reluctant to part with Lucas?"
His tone instantly turned colder, "You have two minutes left; you should know my patience is limited."
"I said, it's impossible!" Amelia's eyes were bloodshot, the frustration and anger in her chest becoming more intense.
If it weren't for her grandmother lying in the hospital, she would run far away from this man and never let him find her again!
Oliver was clearly angered by her attitude, his blue eyes filled with an chilling coldness.
"Amelia, you know, disobedience must be punished."
Amelia was startled, trying to kick, but Oliver anticipated her move. Before she could even shout, his kiss overwhelmed her.
Amelia's face drained of color, her hands pounding on his chest, desperately trying to evade.
The phone rang at that moment, and by the faint light of the screen, she saw Lucas's name on the caller ID.
Before she could move, Oliver had thrown her phone aside.
Amelia's eyes welled up with tears, and she slapped him across the face, "Oliver, you bastard! Let me go!"
A madness flickered in Oliver's eyes, and he bit her lip in punishment, his hand on her waist tightening even more.
"Do you think Lucas might still be outside?"
Amelia felt overwhelmed with shame, struggling harder but not daring to make a sound, fearing Lucas might really be outside and hear her.
"Oliver, don't make me hate you!" In the darkness, she stared into Oliver's pupils, her voice hoarse.
Oliver's eyes were dark as he pressed her onto the sofa and asked hoarsely, "Has he touched you?"
She sneered, "He's my boyfriend, what do you think?"
As the words left her mouth, Amelia felt a sense of revenge from the darkening expression on Oliver's face.
Oliver gripped her wrists even tighter, causing Amelia to pale with pain, yet she continued to mock coldly, "Why do you think I should remain chaste for you? Is it because you're unforgettable, or do you think Lucas isn't as good as you? He is a full ten years younger than you..."
Before she could finish the word "years," Oliver's kiss fell heavily once again, with a violent desire to devour her.
Amelia hummed, instinctively reaching for his wrists. His touch was rough, completely disregarding Amelia's feelings.
With a snap, Oliver undid the clasp of Amelia's bra with his hands, then pulled the straps off her shoulders, removing her sky-blue bra.
Freed from the constraints of her bra, Amelia's breasts immediately fell, full, upright, and stunningly white. Oliver licked his lips, unable to resist any longer, and lowered his head to take one of Amelia's plump little grapes into his mouth.
Oliver sucked on the little grape as if he were a child nursing, his tongue continuously swirling around it, his thick tongue coating the tender nipple. The series of actions caused Amelia to involuntarily hold his head, his fiery red lips opening and closing. Already sensitive, Amelia let out soft moans, seemingly urging him on. The sounds excited Oliver even more, and the licking became more intense.
Amelia's hands slid down from Oliver's head and listlessly collapsed on his back, grasping at straws as if she were drowning.
Oliver licked and teased her breasts, making sure not to neglect either one.
Oliver undid the buttons of Amelia's pants and pulled them down, including her underwear.
The moment her underwear was removed, Oliver saw the thick black forest between her snowy white thighs, already wet and swampy.
Without hesitation, Oliver gently leaned forward, his penis using the love juices secreted by the labia to easily part them and delve inside.
It was the same feeling as before, Amelia's honey hole tight and comfortable, the walls slickly squeezing Oliver's glans and shaft, and the deepest part of the honey hole had a sucking force that pulled his penis deeper.
As his penis entered, Oliver began to thrust in and out...
.......
Amelia doesn't remember what happened next. When she woke up, she was in an unfamiliar room.
She rubbed her swollen head, her body aching so much she couldn't move a finger.
"Awake?" came the man's deep and indifferent voice. Amelia looked up.
Oliver must have just taken a shower, wearing only a loosely tied robe that revealed his firm pectorals and distinct abdominal muscles.
His hair still carried some dampness, naturally falling down, less noble and cold, but instead lazy and casual.
"Get up and wash up after you wake up, I'll have breakfast sent over."
Oliver didn't look at her anymore, took off his robe, and found a shirt from the wardrobe to change into.
Amelia averted her gaze, and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the phone on the bedside table and quickly grabbed it with a sense of urgency.
There were dozens of missed calls on the phone, all from Lucas. She could almost imagine that he must have been frantic when he couldn't get in touch with her last night.
Amelia bit her lower lip with her teeth, her finger on the number, but she hesitated to call.
She felt extremely ashamed in her heart and didn't know how to explain to Lucas.
While she was entangled, a big hand suddenly reached over and took the phone from her hand.
"Want to contact Lucas?"
Oliver asked casually, with a smile on his face.
Amelia's face was ugly, wanting to snatch the phone back, "Give it back to me!"
Oliver raised the phone high and chuckled, "Accompany me somewhere, and I'll give you the phone back."
Amelia was angry and glared at him, "I'm not going! I still have to work!"
"Be obedient, come home with me, and I'll raise you like before. My little Amelia, there's no need to work so hard." Oliver seemed to be in a good mood, coaxing patiently, as if coaxing a little pet.
"Oliver! By what right do you decide my life! I am a person, not a cat or dog you raise!" Amelia's face was flushed, almost shouting with all her might.
Her chest heaved violently, her gaze coldly staring at the strong man in front of her, "Oliver, I am no longer the Amelia of six years ago. Today's me will not be at your mercy. If you force me, it's better to die than to live in a net!"
Oliver's eyes darkened, his gaze faintly watching Amelia.
The little cat he raised has also learned to show its claws. It seems that these years outside, it has also experienced a lot, which is more interesting than before.
"Finished speaking?" After Amelia vented, he asked with a light smile.
"After finishing speaking, put on your clothes and come with me."
Amelia only felt a punch on the cotton, and she was almost furious. Did this man understand what she just said!
Amelia was finally forced by Oliver to the hotel's underground parking lot.
Seeing that she was about to be pulled into the car, she quickly covered her stomach and her tone softened, "Uncle, my stomach is a bit uncomfortable, and I want to go upstairs to use the bathroom."
"Hold it in." Oliver coldly uttered a sentence and forcibly stuffed people into the passenger seat.
Amelia was unwilling and still thought about how to run away, then she felt a strong hand holding her neck, pulling her over.
His movements were not gentle, and Amelia was startled, her hands instinctively clutching his collar. She looked up, her lips brushing against his chin, sending a tingling sensation through her.
Oliver didn't move, his breathing slightly heavier, the hot air of his breath caressing her cheek.
"Amelia, don't think about running away. You know my temperament," Oliver's voice was unusually deep, with a husky tone that was enticing.
Amelia frowned, having spent five years by Oliver's side, and being inseparable in the last two years, she knew his methods well. If she wanted to escape, she had to lower his guard; it would be better to pretend to comply first and then plan slowly.
Thinking this way, she immediately became docile and no longer showed any resistance.