Chapter 10 "Leave, or stay and let me fuck you?"
Nicole's POV
After slapping him, my palm burned with a stinging pain.
However, Hodgson just stood there quietly.
He raised his hand and gently wiped his struck cheek with his thumb, then licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue.
His expression, rather than showing anger, revealed a playful excitement toward his prey.
This look frightened me more than if he had simply slapped me back.
"You... you bastard!" I screamed, my voice somewhat hoarse.
Hodgson laughed: "What did I do to you? Nicole, should I say you're naive, or just stupid?"
He took a step closer.
I instinctively retreated, my back pressed against the cold headboard.
"I saved you, you brainless little wildcat."
A flash of danger and mockery crossed his eyes.
"Saved me?" I sneered, "You brought me to your room, then took off my clothes. That's what you call 'saving'?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Thank you for reminding me. I shouldn't have saved you, but rather let Lola finish you off."
My mind buzzed.
Why did he mention Lola?
"Think carefully. Before you lost consciousness, who was the last person you saw, and what did you do?" Hodgson's voice was low and seductive.
His words unlocked my confused memories.
That bowl of soup...
Damn! My eyes widened suddenly, a chill rushing from my feet to my head!
Before I passed out, I drank the soup that Lola handed me!
Lola had drugged the soup!
But... why? Why would she do this to me?!
I frantically began checking my body.
However, aside from the whip marks Doris had left on me, I couldn't see any other new injuries.
I looked up at Hodgson, my eyes full of confusion.
"But my body doesn't seem to have suffered any harm."
Hodgson's gaze fell on the scars on my body, his eyes becoming somewhat profound.
"Idiot, because Lola saw the wounds on your body. They saved you."
In an instant, all the clues connected in my mind, and I began to shiver.
Yesterday, Hodgson had burst into my room, and I went to borrow a medicine kit from the maid...
Hell! Could it be that Lola wanted to kill Hodgson?
So today Lola drugged my soup, wanting to kill me too.
But after she saw the wounds on my body, she thought I had used that medicine kit on myself, and her suspicions were dispelled.
I broke out in a cold sweat.
The Hall family was ten thousand times more terrifying than I had imagined.
"Do you understand now?" Hodgson's voice carried no warmth, as if looking at a fool who had finally caught on.
I clutched the bedsheet, my breathing becoming more rapid.
"So, Nicole, you owe me a favor." Hodgson curved his lips into a smile. "How do you plan to repay me?"
I suddenly didn't know how to answer.
In this terrible place, owing Hodgson a favor might be more frightening than death itself.
"Since it's a life-saving debt, it requires some repayment, doesn't it?"
He methodically unfastened the cufflinks of his shirt.
I caught the rich, mellow scent of red wine on him.
I clung to my last shred of hope: "Mr. Hodgson, what do you want? Money? Although the Gerald family has declined, we still have some money..."
"Money?" He laughed dismissively, as if hearing something insulting.
He had already reached the bedside. He leaned down, trapping me between himself and the headboard.
"I'm not interested in money."
His breath brushed against my ear, carrying the burning scent of alcohol.
"What I want is you. I want to fuck you, Nicole."
My whole body stiffened.
My mind suddenly recalled the night we had sex, sweat running down his hard muscles, gradually sliding down, dripping onto my breasts.
My legs had been wrapped tightly around his waist, his huge cock pounding into me relentlessly, making me orgasm countless times.
Damn it! Why was my body suddenly reacting?
I swallowed, desire and resistance exploding simultaneously within me.
"Hodgson..."
My voice sounded like a kitten's whimper.
Hodgson's hand was already on my calf, slowly moving upward.
His palm was wide and burning hot, as if igniting a current throughout my body.
Finally, his hand pressed firmly against the intimate area between my legs.
I wanted to resist, wanted to push him away, but my limbs were as soft as mud.
He stopped his movements, looking at me with deep eyes.
"Nicole, the moment you walk out that door tonight, Lola won't let you go. Stay here and let me fuck you, or leave. You choose."
I gripped the blanket tightly, then suddenly released it, completely abandoning resistance.
Hodgson curved his lips with satisfaction.
"It seems you've made the right choice."
He gave me no more time to think, lowering his head to capture my lips.
This kiss was full of aggression and possessiveness, the strong scent of alcohol instantly filling my mouth.
He pried open my teeth, driving straight in, wantonly plundering every bit of air in my mouth.
My mind went blank, and I could only passively endure his plundering.
The shirt on my body was roughly torn open by him, revealing the white lace camisole underneath.
Hodgson's kiss left my lips and began to spread downward.
His lips and tongue were like branding irons, moving from my neck to my collarbone, then to my nipples.
"Ah..."
His tongue wantonly licked my nipples, and I trembled with pleasure.
A strange feeling, mixed with humiliation and pleasure, rushed from my spine straight to my brain.
"No... please..."
My resistance had turned into broken moans.
"Say my name." He commanded in my ear, his voice extremely hoarse.
His hand had already slipped into my underwear, rubbing my clit with moderate pressure.
"Mmm..."
I instantly tensed my body, the familiar pleasure almost making me pass out.
"Hodgson..."
I called his name.
He quickly undid his belt, and his huge, hard cock sprang out. Then he put on a condom.
Under the influence of lust, my whole body was burning, my mouth dry.
He grabbed my ankle, roughly lifting my leg, his cock aimed at my entrance.
"Look at your wanton appearance, your pussy is flowing like crazy."
"Shit... Ah!!!"
My curse instantly turned into a scream. The next second, without any warning, he violently penetrated me with his cock.
Tears flowed from the corners of my eyes reflexively, and Hodgson paused, seemingly giving me time to adjust.
He lowered his head, kissing away the tears at the corners of my eyes.
"Relax, little wildcat."
His voice carried a bewitching magic.
The pain gradually subsided, replaced by an indescribable pleasure.
"Mmm..." I moaned.
He narrowed his eyes and began to thrust violently. I began to unconsciously move with him.
In the room, only heavy breathing and the sticky sound of bodies colliding remained.
Then he flipped me over, making me kneel on the bed in an extremely humiliating position.
And he, behind me, fucked me even more fiercely.
My reason was completely shattered in these continuous waves of pleasure.