Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Arianna turned her back to him. She was really prepared for today.

Maybe she really was expecting Travis to remind her their agreement still had a long way to go, just like in the past.

Or maybe she wanted him to prove that she was still alive, still capable of feeling pain and shame.

She felt like she had lost all her senses in the past few weeks in the hospital. Arianna thought of herself as just a soulless body.

She growled, “Thanks for not touching me today. Please leave and lock the door for me.”

Then she began to take off the thick bathrobe but found that the knot was very tight because of her carelessness. Arianna struggled with the knot and had to use a lot of force. When she finally got it untied, she heard the click of the electronic lock, and she thought Travis was gone.

She dropped the bathrobe to the floor. The pajamas that were prepared for her on the side of the bed had fallen down during her struggle with the knot.

Arianna bent down to pick the pajamas up off the carpet when she saw the legs and ankles of Travis nearby. She paused, straightened up, and hesitated whether to ignore him or not.

While she debated the best solution for the situation, a great force threw her to the bed and pinned her down.

The bed was soft, but her chest still hurt as the air in her lungs was pushed out. She was lying on her stomach with her face buried in a soft quilt, making it difficult to breathe.

She tried to turn over but failed. Finally, the pressure on her back vanished, allowing her to breathe, but his body was still in close contact with hers.

Arianna managed to flip over and took a big breath of air. They watched each other as if seeing the other’s soul.

The air in the room seemed to be still.

Though his pupils were steady, a wild storm was growing behind them. Arianna felt uneasy and depressed.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

She held her breath and closed her eyes. Her chest violently shook under his weight as oxygen lapsed her lungs.

Travis suddenly pressed his whole body onto her again, with his mouth biting on her slender collarbones. When she opened her eyes in panic, his bathrobe was already opened, and he was already entering her body. It was the polar opposite of before. He usually enjoyed torturing her slowly with foreplay.

Arianna couldn’t adapt to such a direct invasion. It was as if she was suddenly pushed off a cliff. She embraced his neck as if she were hanging on for dear life.

But she felt like this pose was too inviting and wanted to grab the sheets instead. Before she could do so, pain spread through her pubic and hip area. Reflexively, her fingernails sunk deep into the skin on his shoulders and back.

Burning pain flew up to her nerves. Travis was being ruder than ever before. Every time he struck back inside her, she felt like she would die in the next second.

He also must have been hurt by her nails when he pumped.

That must be it. Although he did not say anything at first, she took her hands off his body and pressed them to the sides of her head, preventing her from doing that again.

Arianna had another illusion this time. Whenever the motions became repetitive, she would have hallucinations. Sometimes she felt like a lonely boat out of control on a sea of deadly waves. She could be capsized by a single wave or swallowed down to the bottom of the sea at any time.

Sometimes she felt like a cactus that had been uprooted and abandoned under the desert, sun-roasted and tormented – with her water gradually evaporating, only leaving a layer of dry skin on the surface.

But this time, she felt like a sinner back in the Roman era. The executioner was nailing her to the cross with a blank expression. He was putting holes through her whole body, making her feel empty but pained.

‘I am still alive. Every cell of mine is still so alive…’ She thought, ‘But it might be better if I just died. I won’t have to face anything this way.’

In this stormy moment, her soul could stand on the heights and calmly look over herself.

She did not have the courage to face what may happen in the near future. But she also was not bold enough to commit suicide because she still had responsibilities and obligations. By taking her own life, she might not be able to reunite with her loved ones in heaven or in hell.

‘Then please let my death look like an accident. Unleash me, please.’ She begged silently. Her mind was wandering to another dimension. Then suddenly, as if sensing the call from God, she felt like she could see a bright light through her closed eyes.

However, an illusion was still only an illusion. He was still violating her body when she awoke from her short coma. Her upper body was in his arms, and her arms were limp by his sides. Her body was dripping with sweat, and her throat was sore.

Then, the smell of a burning cigarette floated through the air.

Arianna was a little confused. She could not tell whether it was a dream or reality. She continued to keep her eyes closed and then felt Travis wipe the tears from her face with the quilt. He then leaned slightly and lit another cigarette.

His smoking alerted Arianna, so she struggled against him. Travis immediately patted her on the back as if appeasing a child who was being comforted from a nightmare.

Arianna’s face was against his chest, listening to his regular and powerful heartbeats. She always knew that she was just his doll and pet, but now she suddenly felt furious about this situation. Under his grasp, she suddenly raised her face and bit his collarbone. This was like what he did to her a while ago, but Arianna bit with a lot of strength.

Travis did not say anything or do anything about her actions. He continued to smoke, letting her bite his collarbone in hatred.

Two voices were fighting in Arianna’s mind. One voice encouraged her, ‘Harder, harder! Break his bones!’ But another voice reminded her, ‘Ease off. Only you will suffer in the end.’