Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 190

If I could somehow make Neil, that jerk, incapable of having offspring, I'd be over the moon. It would only be fair that he pays for the pain he’d caused me.

Sadly though, the slimy bastard was quick on his feet.

"You gonna let go now?" I glared at him coldly.

"No way," retorted Neil, showing no signs of backing down.

I was reaching my boiling point. The feeling of being overpowered and losing control of my own body was unbearable. I could think of only one way to fight back – bite him!

I successfully took a chunk out of Neil's arm.

He winced but didn't push me away.

After I'd had my fill and released my bite.

Neil gripped my chin, forcing me to look up. His kiss was like a forceful storm, almost suffocating me.

It was a bizarre sensation. I should despise him, resist him, but his kisses always sparked something indescribable within me. Was I a masochist? Why was I feeling this urge to submit under such circumstances?

To clear my head, I pushed Neil away the moment he loosened his grip and gave him a hard slap across his face, leaving the imprint of my five fingers behind!

"You beast!" I spat venomously.

Neil touched his slapped cheek, his eyes darkening. He viciously removed his tie, "Let's see how you like a real beast!"

I made a huge mistake – I pissed off a man with raging hormones.

Neil, fuming, grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed. To prevent me from biting or hitting him again, he tied my hands to the bedpost.

No matter how much I cursed or warned him, he didn't bat an eyelid. His phone rang a couple of times, but he outright ignored it.

It had been more than two years since I had been intimate with a man, so Neil's sudden intrusion was agonizing. I didn't stop cursing him for a second.

By the time we finished, it was half past ten. Throughout the ordeal, Neil was the one doing all the action while I busied myself with cursing him.

"Done with your cursing?" Neil asked.

"Get lost!" My voice was hoarse. My eyes burned with anger as I glared at Neil.

He was drenched in sweat, his hair a mess, but he seemed satisfied. In contrast, I, who had ventured out in search of a sexual encounter, felt incredibly frustrated.

Neil just smirked and untied the knot around my wrists. My wrists were swollen and in pain from struggling.

I clenched my fist, suppressing my feeling of humiliation, and glared at Neil, "Was all that necessary? Are you really that desperate?"

"No," Neil looked down at me, holding my face gently in his hands, "but I'm desperate for you. Can you give me one last chance? I'll make up for the pain I've caused you."

How could he possibly make up for the pain of death I've experienced, the child I've lost, and the regret of never being a mother again?

"I don't need that." I pushed Neil away, picked up my clothes from the floor, and pulled out some cash from my bag to put on the table, "I'll just consider this as hiring a gigolo for the night."

Neil's face darkened at the sight of the cash. He glared at me, his eyes filled with rage.