The moaning sounds coming from the couple on the screen sounded like buzzes to Elaine.
She was transfixed by the scene in front of her.
It was her first time watching such an explicit movie, so not to mention the shock she felt, she was also terrified.
How could they... how could they do that?
It was too disgusting!
All of a sudden, she felt nauseous. Covering her hands over her mouth, she tried to run to the bathroom, but Vincent clasped her arms and demanded, "Finish the movie first."
Refusing to surrender, she continued to struggle. He was definitely a pervert for making her watch this stuff!
"Mm..."
No matter how much she wriggled, she couldn't break free from his grasp. At this point, she was so anxious that she almost shed tears.
She couldn't bring herself to watch the movie.
Seeing her reaction, Vincent turned up the volume, forcing her to listen to the sexy and sensual moans.
Just as she put in all her might to squirm out of his embrace, she gradually felt that something was wrong. Vincent's body tensed up, and his breathing became rapid...
"If you keep moving, I'll make out with you right on the couch."
He threatened fiercely with sweat dripping on his forehead.
Embarrassed, she fumed with rage and slapped him out of instinct.
"Slap!"
Her small palm landed on his handsome face.
Everyone in the room was in a shock.
The expression on Vincent's face immediately turned icy cold. Pinching her chin, he lifted her head up. His piercing gaze looked as if he could penetrate right through her eyes.
Frightened, she stammered, "Why... why didn't you avoid me?"
She was screwed.
This time, she was dead meat.
How could she have slapped a psychopath!
He killed people without blinking an eye, and he sliced people's throats as if it was a normal thing. She was certain that she would die in his hands.
Realizing the consequences, she quivered in fear.
On the other hand, Vincent exuded an icy cold aura from head to toe.
Staring timidly at him, Elaine felt that her body stiffened. Tears were brimming in the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall any time.
"Why did you hit me if you're so scared?" he snickered.
"I'm so sorry, please don't kill me..." blurted Elaine.
When she begged for mercy, his mood didn't seem to lighten at all. Instead, his expression turned livid.
Though she didn't know what she had done wrong, it was obvious that he seemed to be angrier than before.
With a thud, Vincent shut down the laptop and pressed her down on the couch. Staring at her with sharp eyes, he asked, "Am I only a merciless murderer to you?"
A confused look appeared on Elaine's face. "Aren't you?"
"If I was really a merciless murderer, how could you still be alive now? Don't you remember how many times you've offended me? If I had been a psychopath, that one slap would have been my trigger point to kill you," he sneered in response.
Stunned, Elaine was at a loss for words.
Vincent's fingers were still on her chin. Stroking gently, he slowly trailed his fingers across her neck, feeling the softness of her skin. His big hands were warm, and his fingers gradually reached her shoulders as he gently caressed them.
As his eyes gradually deepened, she could sense his warmth all over her body, making her shudder by the unusual sensation.
She didn't know what he wanted to do, but somehow she had a hunch of what he was trying to do.
Placing her hands on his chest, she refused in a trembling voice, "No... we can't..."
"Why can't I?" Picking up a strand of hair on her cheek, he coaxed in a deep and sultry voice, "You said that you wanted to date me, so there's nothing wrong for us to have sex when we're a couple."
"No, no! You can't do this to me. I don't like you, and I don't want to be with you! I was just lying that I will date you. Now let me go!"
In desperation, she screamed her thoughts out loud.
In an instant, Vincent's eyes turned shallow. He stared at her tear- brimmed eyes without an expression.
The unfathomable look on his face made her shut up.
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