Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 620

Whitney was left breathless from his kiss, furious at his brutish way of overpowering her, constantly pushing him away in annoyance.

"Let me go...ugh!"

"Still won't say it, huh? I'm going to show you what it means to surrender, darling..."

He grew more determined, pinning her hands behind her back, tickling the palm of her hand.

She quickly became weak and powerless, her strength at best comparable to that of a kitten, absolutely unable to push him away!

Whitney felt like she was about to be devoured by him, a cold fury passing through her eyes, finally reaching her limit. She grabbed a knife and fork from the table and stabbed down at him fiercely!

"Hmph..." Ludwik grunted in pain.

Whitney's eyes flashed, smelling the blood, thinking this jerk would finally let her go!

But unexpectedly, what met her next was a more dominant kiss. He lifted her up onto the table, her slender body knocking the dishes askew.

Her hand still clutched the knife and fork, Whitney heard the sound of his flesh tearing.

Yet, he kissed her deeper, more passionately, focused!

This madman.

She used violence, and he did not back down.

The ambiguous sounds and movements continued, the unaware servants thought there was a quarrel and came running, only to blush at the sight.

The butler quickly coughed, "Sir and madam are just having a lovers' quarrel, haha, move along!"

"..." Whitney was speechless. This was no lovers' quarrel.

She was simply overpowered.

Her cheeks flushed red, she struggled to breathe, managing to say, "Ludwik, you scoundrel, have you had enough? If you don't care about your life, don't ruin mine!"

Finally, the man let her go, his sensuous fingers lightly pressing against her swollen red lips. He looked down, his eyelashes fluttering, "Are you worried about your husband, huh?"

"..."

Whitney was completely defeated by his shamelessness.

He looked satisfactorily at his work—her bright red lips, murmuring lowly, "From now on, every time you mention someone you shouldn't, I'll punish you like this, darling. Remember the lesson. Now, it's just the two of us.

There's no one else here, it's my world, and I can undress you anytime I want...huh?"

He warned slowly, with a wickedly tender tone.

Whitney understood the implication, her eyes widening, her face pale, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Not today, since you're hurt. But tomorrow, if you continue like this, I wouldn't mind leaving our marks in every corner of this island."

He finished with an arrogant and flirtatious tone, "You eat first."

Then turned and went upstairs.

Whitney clenched the knife and fork tightly, only then noticing the blood on the blade tip.

She coldly watched his retreating figure, his white T-shirt back stained with a large patch of blood.

She gasped silently to herself.

So he had been holding her down, kissing her speechless even while bleeding so much?

What a frantic lunatic, Whitney was impressed, feeling the man was truly terrifying deep down.

Didn't he know pain? Or was it to tame her, to influence her, playing psychological games with her in this way?

"Ouch—" Upstairs, Ludwik slowly took off his T-shirt, glanced in the mirror at the four puncture wounds on his shoulder, his little lady had not held back.

He chuckled wryly, truly not spared any concern by her.

Blood dripped down, a gory sight.

The butler, who rushed over with a first aid kit upon seeing this, turned pale, "Mr. Lippert, why let the lady go on such a rampage, the wound looks severe, it needs a professional doctor's attention in this hot island climate, or it might get infected."

"No need." Ludwik waved off, his deep eyes showing a hint of indulgence, "As long as it appeases her, what's a little stabbing?