Gloria found herself despicable. In fact, she had thought about asking Derrick for help, to buy back her freedom from the Fittro Club.
"Do you want to say something?" Just as Derrick dropped Gloria off at Fittro Club's door, he suddenly pulled her and asked.
"No. Nothing." Gloria felt dry in her throat. She couldn't ask the question out loud.
She glanced at Derrick, turned around, and walked towards the club's door hastily as if she was running away from something.
However, because of her leg, she couldn't walk fast. She tried to move forward as quickly as she could while dragging her injured leg, like a clown.
Gloria did not dare to look at the man behind her. She suddenly felt ashamed of herself and thought, 'You are so hideous, Gloria!'
She stood in front of the elevator. The doors opened. She was about to enter. Then she looked up and saw Patrick's angry and cold face.
Gloria took a step back. Her guts told her that the man in front of her was very unhappy at the moment. However, it was too late. A hand reached out of the elevator and quickly pulled her in.
Before she could stand firm, Patrick pressed her against the elevator wall and kissed her.
Gloria was a bit angry. She reached out to push Patrick, but he held her hands high above her head and pressed her against the elevator wall tightly.
"Let go! Let go!" Gloria kept struggling, but Patrick was very strong. He suppressed her completely, making her unable to break free at all.
The elevator doors opened, and someone outside gasped and exclaimed, "Gloria?"
Gloria looked out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes widened, and she struggled even harder.
On the other hand, Patrick didn't even glance at the person outside. He used a hand to press the button to close the doors.
The elevator didn't stop at any other floor this time. It went straight to the top floor.
Patrick bent down to pick Gloria up and strode out.
He didn't say a word even after Gloria was thrown into the big bed.
Being thrown into the big bed, Gloria bounced on the bed and then stabilized herself. She supported her body with her arms and was ready to prop up her upper body. In the next second, she looked up and saw that Patrick was silently unbuttoning his white shirt.
She retreated until her back was against the head of the bed. No matter how she retreated, Patrick, who was at the end of the bed, remained expressionless.
Gloria glanced at the open door of the bedroom. All of a sudden, she got up quickly, jumped off the bed, and was about to rush out of the door.
Unfortunately, just as she landed her feet on the floor, her body was pressed by a hand.
Patrick stood at the end of the bed and pressed her shoulder with one hand. He pushed her back into the bed and pressed her body so that she couldn't get up. Meanwhile, he was unbuckling his belt with his other hand.
Gloria began to pant. She shivered and opened her lips several times, yet she couldn't say anything.
She suddenly screamed, "Go away! Go away!"
Patrick pressed down.
"Go away! You! Go away!" Even her cheeks began to tremble uncontrollably. She reached out to push him away.
Patrick easily grabbed her hands and held them above her head.
She had mixed feelings.
"I can do anything for money! Patrick! You were the one who said so! Did you forget about it? You said I was dirty. You said you would never touch me again! You said I made you sick! You said that you were tired of me! Did you forget about all of that?"
There was the sound of clothes being torn apart as he was ripping her clothes off.
Gloria was stunned for a few seconds.
In the next second, somehow she got the strength to break free from his grip. She tried almost with all her strength to hold on to her untied shirt.
She pulled Patrick down forcefully, raised her head, and bit his shoulder hard.
Blood streamed from the corner of her lips. It was his blood.
Patrick frowned, but he didn't move.
Gloria didn't stop. She bit him again and again, and with her every bite, there was blood oozing out.
Her heart ached, yet she wouldn't stop.
Not a single part of his shoulder was intact.
Patrick lowered his eyes and glanced at his shoulder, which was covered with her bite marks.
Finally, Gloria lay on Patrick's shoulder, gasping for breath.
Patrick remained motionless. He placed his hands on her waist as if he was helping her vent her anger on him.
Gloria was worn out, and her strength with which she bit him dwindled. Suddenly, he reached out and held Gloria back into his arms.
After that, he tugged at the clothes on her breasts, and she was completely naked.
The wounds on Patrick's shoulder were slowly healing. Werewolves' healing ability would be enhanced when they stay next to their mates.
Because of the presence of his mate, Patrick was healing quickly. However, he did not stop hurting his mate.
Every part of Gloria's body was covered with Patrick's hickeys.
Gloria was ashamed and angry, feeling both overwhelmed and embarrassed.
"Let go of me!" She kicked.
She thought, 'Is he losing his mind?
I can't stay here! I can't let him hurt me ever again! I can't afford to go crazy with him!'
As she kicked him, she tried desperately to get out of bed. She wanted to be out of his reach. However, he grabbed her ankles. Patrick raised his eyes, threw Gloria an obscure look, and pecked at her ankle.
He suddenly lay on the bed, reached out, and held her tightly in his arms.
"Go to sleep," he said.
"I want to go back to my dorm," Gloria said coldly.
"Sleep now," Patrick repeated.
"I'm a call girl. I'm dirty and disgusting."
"Sleep." Patrick glanced at Gloria in his arms and closed his eyes.
She pursed her lips and didn't utter a word.
She knew that there was no way she could talk sense into him now, and she didn't know what he was thinking.
Not long after, Gloria heard his steady breathing. She raised her head slowly and looked at his calm face in disbelief, thinking, 'Did he fall asleep? For real?'
She tried to free herself from his arms, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.
She had to give up. She stared at the ceiling in a daze.
She thought, 'Patrick was so weird today. What was he thinking? Well... Forget it. Gloria, stop thinking. Who knows what kind of game he was playing? Maybe it was just one of his new ways to punish me.
Just don't think about it.'
Perhaps Gloria was exhausted. While staring at the ceiling in a daze, she started to feel drowsy.
Slowly, she fell asleep as well.