Chapter 5 Hunger

This was a complete nightmare for Dahlia.

Her ex boyfriend, who broke up with her three years ago, pressed her on the sofa. Her skirt has been completely torn by him, and her bra has been thrown aside by him. Her whole body is nearly naked, leaving only her underwear to maintain her last bit of dignity.

But he was still well dressed.

This difference made her feel ashamed. This made her feel that Carter did not treat her with an equal attitude, but played with her wantonly as a sex toy.

He wanted to throw her into the hell of lust, and then stood by and watched her gaffe coldly.

"C-Carter, please! Don't do this! I'm sorry!" Dahlia cried but he didn't even care. "Please! I'm begging... I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... Please..."

"It's all too late to apologize, Dahlia." He whispered in her ear like a devil, it was full of hatred and pain. "Do you think I will still believe your fucking lies like what I did before?"

As he spoke, he took off his tie and tied her hands. Then she could feel his hand travel to different parts of her body. She tried to struggle but she could not move because her hand was tied.

Carter quickly took off his pants as he continued to kiss her body. There, she saw his large maleness and his eagerness to do it forcibly with her.

Dahlia doesn't even know what to do or feel anymore.

Carter rocked her body against him. His tongue reached into her mouth like a hungry beast. When he stopped, it left her panting and gasping for air while still sobbing.

This long nightmare seemed to have no end until he finally took off her underwear and slowly separated her legs again. He positioned himself at her hole. Dahlia could feel his huge dick now outside her creamy folds.

Fire pooling low in her abdomen, while he rubbed his dick against her slit again and again.

All she could do was beg him again and again. She even gradually felt breathless and dizzy.

The toil of the past few days and what she has suffered tonight are finally honestly reflected in her body.

Dahlia could feel her fever, and then she gradually lost her consciousness and could no longer think.

Maybe, facing this nightmare, a coma was even a gift to her?

Thinking like this, she finally fell completely into the darkness.

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Dahlia's desperate sobs woke Carter up from a disgusting fantasy in his mind.

At first, he lied to himself. He was just retaliating against her. He was just venting his anger, but soon he realized that he was still fascinated by Dahlia's body. Even after so many years, she is still the only one who can easily arouse his desire and easily make him lose his mind.

Carter brainwashed himself over and over again that she deserved it! Dahlia cheated on him and had sex with another man while they were in a relationship! She should just pay for what she did to him that to this day he still carries!

So he ignored all her entreaties and cries and decided to really possess her body.

But things quickly went beyond his expectations. He suddenly found that Dahlia's cheeks were flushed abnormally.

Carter hesitated to stop all his actions, although just "stop" made him tremble, his veins burst, and sweat like rain. He reached out and gently touched Dahlia's forehead.

"Damn it!" Fucking that she was running a fever!

Carter cursed, but he could only wrap her naked body in a blanket, then took her to the bedroom and called his family doctor.

After placing her, he looked at Dahlia's angelic, innocent face as she slept in bed and turned to go to the bathroom.

Carter opened the shower and closed his eyes tightly. As soon as the hot water poured all over his body while closing his eyes, Dahlia's beautiful face and her attractive body immediately registered in his mind.

He glanced at his maleness. Then he realized again that Dahlia still had a strong attraction for him, which made him punch the wall angrily.

He doesn't want to admit it - that Dahlia still has been the only woman who caught his attention. Her pure and innocent look while her body is hell captivating makes him want to make love with her every day.

Almost every man back then wanted her - something that drove him even crazier.

That despite the anger and hatred he feels for her, she still gets him without her knowledge - she still weakens him without her knowledge. She can still make him beg and kneel down just for her to kiss him.

Carter cussed repeatedly. He grabbed his mad maleness and started raising and lowering his hand. He closed his eyes as he imagined Dahlia's beautiful face.

After an hour of imagining wild things about her and a few minutes of showering, he came out of the bathroom only to find Dahlia still sleeping on his bed.

Claire was right then. Dahlia is not just a simple woman. Everyone wants her. Everyone wants to taste her and fantasize such wild things with her, yet here he is.

Carter pulled back her quilt and exposed her pure body to the air.

Her eyes were closed, her hands clenched beside her head, and her sleeping position was as pure as a baby. But her body curve is extremely mature and sexy. Her breasts stood upright in the air, and they were even covered with the traces of his kissing -- just over an hour ago, Carter was wantonly kneading and tasting them.

It wasn't until his phone rang that he was pulled out of his whirling thoughts. It should be the family doctor.

Carter took a final look at her body. Even in deep sleep, she seemed to feel his gaze, frowned uneasily and curled up.

Looking at her poor appearance, he suddenly smiled and gently covered her with a quilt.

How could a fuck her once be enough calm his anger?

"My dear Dahlia, it's not an end. This is just the beginning."