Luana felt embarrassed, thinking to herself that next time she would definitely get a more powerful stun baton to teach him a lesson.
After the man removed her clothes, he picked her up and pinned her against the wall to kiss her.
His movements were domineering, and Luana was like a puppet, allowing him to manipulate her as he wished.
After kissing her for a while, perhaps finding it somewhat dull, the man pinched her waist.
"Ouch..."
Luana cried out in pain, her cherry lips parting, and the man took the opportunity to invade.
His kiss was still fervent, but the way he touched her was much gentler than last time.
He seemed to know her body as if it were his own, first teasing her sensitive spots, then slowly delving deeper.
His exquisite skills gave Luana an illusion that this was not a forced act but an enjoyment.
As soon as this thought emerged, she wanted to slap herself—how could it be enjoyable?
Yet... his intimate actions made her feel dizzy with desire.
That feeling was no different from being with Cline.
She even grabbed his back involuntarily later on.
Luana felt like she must be crazy to feel such a fit with this stranger's body.
The man nibbled on her earlobe and whispered in her ear, "Does it feel good?"
Luana's face flushed red instantly. Did he notice her physical response and deliberately tease her?
She pinched her palm hard, forcing herself to regain her senses, "Not at all."
The man snickered, but his movements became even more frantic, almost making her scream.
Perhaps to punish her for her insincere words, his subsequent actions turned rough.
Luana was almost exhausted to the point of death by his torment until he finally released her.
She thought the man would leave after satisfying his desires, but he carried her into the bathroom instead.
After cleaning her up, he laid her on the bed, held her in his arms, and gently patted her back, lulling her to sleep.
Nestled in his embrace, Luana was shocked and couldn't believe what was happening. "You..."
She wanted to ask him what was going on, but the man stroked her hair and said, "Sleep."
This pampering tone was as if he was coaxing a child.
They had a forced relationship. How could they cuddle like lovers?
Luana widened her eyes, trying to see his face in the dark, but she saw nothing.
"Are you very ugly, so you dare not show your true face?"
If he really liked her, he could pursue her openly. Why be so mysterious?
"Do you have many disgusting flaws on your face?"
Seeing he didn't respond, Luana continued with another question.
The man remained silent, seemingly disdainful of her questions.
He grabbed her hand and placed it on his face, letting her explore.
Luana quickly felt his face and found it not only flawless but also smooth and delicate, with tight and elastic skin.
His facial contours were distinct, with sharp, chiseled lines.
Among the men she knew, only Cline had such features.
Her suspicion grew stronger that he was Cline. His intimate actions and tone of voice were strikingly similar to Cline's.
But Cline had shown extreme disgust towards her, not even wanting to look at her. How could he...
Taking a deep breath, Luana mustered her courage and asked, "You... you're not Cline, are you?"
The man's hand, patting her back, paused slightly. "Why? Do you hope I am him?"
He neither confirmed nor denied but threw the question back at Luana.
Luana pondered for a moment, thinking that if the man was Cline, he wouldn't be angry if she said she hoped so.
But if she said she didn't hope so, given Cline's temperament, he would definitely be furious.
To test him, Luana replied, "I don't hope so."
The man showed no emotional fluctuation, just a cold snort. "If you can't sleep, then let's do it again."
Luana immediately dared not make a sound, feeling a trace of loss. She glanced at the man beside her.
Seeing no sign of anger, Luana thought he wasn't Cline.
Her heart was a mix of emotions, so she boldly turned over in his arms, turned her back to him, closed her eyes, and tried to fall asleep.
For some reason, even knowing this man was not Cline, Luana felt he wouldn't harm her and peacefully drifted off to sleep.
After she fell asleep, the man gently held her closer, occasionally and softly patting her back.
Luana was so exhausted that she slept deeply. In her dream, she vaguely saw the young man again.
She dreamed that he lifted his foot and kicked her in the chest.
She also saw him break her fingers one by one, then slapped her hard across the face.
Luana curled up in pain on the ground, but even so, she still reached out to him with anticipation, murmuring, "Albion, it hurts, it really hurts..."