Chapter 166

She was terrified, struggling to break free. "William, stop! I have a boyfriend. You can't do this."

William's face went pale at her words, and he lost all patience for foreplay.

He ripped off her underwear and forced himself into her.

The sudden pain made Victoria scream, her body shaking uncontrollably. "William, what are you doing? Let me go! I hate you!"

Her sobs only seemed to fuel William's aggression.

Each thrust brought tears to Victoria's eyes.

Amidst the pain, a pleasant sensation began to creep in.

"William! Stop, it hurts! William, you maniac, help! Help!"

Her cries were silenced by his kiss.

William pushed deeper, feeling her body tense around him, his eyes darkening.

One of his large hands gripped her breast, while the other slid down to grip her hips.

Victoria was on the verge of collapse, tears streaming down her face.

He forced her to arch her body to meet his movements.

Victoria was on the brink of fainting, yet she couldn't control the waves of sensation overtaking her.

Her body, sensitive to this unfamiliar yet familiar feeling, clung helplessly to William's shoulders, sobbing.

"Victoria, tell me, who's better, me or Samuel?"

Her body convulsed uncontrollably, but she bit her lip hard, shaking her head in despair, tears falling.

"I want you to admit you love me, Victoria. You love me." William's voice was hoarse, like a broken string.

Sweat covered his forehead, his handsome face flushed, his eyes clouded with madness.

At the same time, he thrust deeply into her.

The blend of extreme gentleness and brutality was seamless.

Victoria screamed, her body jerking, her fluids gushing onto William's deeply embedded member.

Her body went limp, her muscles tightening around him.

He sighed deeply, pulling back and thrusting again, the pleasure overwhelming Victoria to the point of dizziness.

Fluids splashed, passion soared, and in his fervor, William bit down on Victoria's collarbone, grinding with his molars, nearly drawing blood.

When William finally finished, Victoria lay trembling by the edge of the tub, still dazed from the one-sided, frenzied encounter.

She felt utterly drained, her body floating, barely clinging to consciousness.

William finally released her, carrying her limp form out of the hot spring.

He laid her on the bed, whispering in her ear, "You said I wasn't good enough. Tonight, I'll prove I'm a hundred times better than Samuel."

Victoria's pupils contracted. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, William's body covered hers again.

"Victoria, from now on, no one else can touch you. Got it? Or I'll kill you." With that, he entered her again without waiting for a response.

That night, Victoria was repeatedly brought to the brink of unconsciousness and back, caught in a cycle of intense pain and pleasure.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room. Victoria struggled to open her eyes, her body aching as if she'd been hit by a truck.

"Awake?" William sat at the edge of the bed, his chiseled features shrouded in shadow.

Victoria frowned, uneasily shifting her body.

"Hurts?" William's tone was indifferent, almost emotionless.

"Get out!" Victoria was furious, wishing she could stab him.

"I remember you crying quite passionately last night." His casual tone hit a nerve, making Victoria even more agitated.

She gritted her teeth in hatred. "William! You're not even human!"

William didn't mind her insults, chuckling softly. "Of course I'm not. I'm a madman, a beast, a bastard."

Victoria was stunned. Was he giving up on himself?

William patted her cheek, his voice cold. "No matter what I am, you're mine unless I die."

With that, he got up and began dressing leisurely.

His body was impressive, muscular and toned, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Every inch of his physique exuded a deadly allure.

Victoria stared at him, unable to look away.

Fully dressed, William approached her, looking down. He reached to touch her face, but she instinctively recoiled.

His hand paused mid-air before he nonchalantly withdrew it. "Stay in the room today. I'll find your father."

Victoria's body retreated, avoiding his touch. William's hand fell back, and he inserted it into his pocket.

"Don't wander off. If you're hungry, call room service." He warned her before leaving the bedroom.

As soon as the door closed, Victoria collapsed on the bed, her eyes vacant, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Exhausted, she locked the safety chain and fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't know how long she slept, but a faint noise broke the silence.

At first, it was barely noticeable.

Then, a sharp sound shattered the quiet-a key card unlocking the door.

In her sleep, Victoria vaguely heard the noise, thinking William had returned.

She forced herself awake, rubbing her eyes, ready to get up.

But as she was about to get out of bed, the door was violently slammed, shaking the frame as if someone outside was desperate to get in.