I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

Just then, Jean walked over and tried to turn the bedroom doorknob.

He turned it a few times, but it did not budge.

At some point, Luke had locked the door from inside. However, this was just a regular doorknob, and it was not very sturdy.

Bianca's heart leaped into her throat and stayed there, all the blood draining from her face...

Her lips were sealed by the man's scalding kiss. She could only look at the man with sorrow deep in her eyes, shaking her head desperately.

Luke kissed her for a long time, venturing deep into her mouth every time. After a pause, he pulled his tongue out of her mouth, his gaze bright with an unending blaze of lust.

The man's well-defined side profile stuck to one of her cheeks. The warmth of their bodies melded together, and his large hand did not ease up its grip on her wrists at all. Instead, his other hand, placed between his legs, applied even more pressure there.

"No..."

Bianca could not help another shudder.

Her knees were weak, and she needed to lean on something, but in her daze she pounced forward into his firm embrace, which was already trapping her tightly.

"Let go of me... Don't do this..."

She could finally breathe. With tears in her eyes, she forced her voice into the softest of whispers.

The person outside would not stop either.

After Jean failed to open the door the first time, he did not give up. He thought that Bianca was just throwing a tantrum and refusing to meet him. He knew that he tended to go out of hand when he was drunk.

He took a few minutes to calm down and lit a cigarette so he could settle his thoughts. As he watched the smoke rise, however, he only grew ever more frustrated!

He stood outside the bedroom door, trying to turn the doorknob a few more times. It was as though he had a grudge with the lock!

Finally, Jean slammed his cigarette butt onto the floor, screaming, "Bianca Rayne, do you think I can't do anything to you just cuz you locked the door? Don't forget, you're my fiancee!!"

Bianca felt a pain in her chest.

She regretted agreeing to date Jean a year ago. She regretted holding out any hope for men a year ago. She regretted her naive belief that she could still stand a chance at happiness.

Those were all her mistakes.

off Jean outside. He behaved as though the two of them were

had been half-pulled away. He then pulled

man did not let go of her, his gaze looking toward her

was when he

but she did not dare to ram into the door. She was afraid of

what, she did not want two men to see her body

want Jean to overhear or see the humiliating way she looked right now. She did not want to

you like this drives me mad?" Luke lowered his

touched her between

she felt some wet and sticky there. Her body was

only thing that separated them was a thin door. Bianca did not dare to move or scream, and her sobs were all swallowed up by

wetter and wetter, but the man only rubbed her even

a fish

like this for

lived alone, Bianca was not used to wearing her clothes to sleep. Today, though, she had put on a nightdress because she had taken a nap in the

it was the most conservative one she

from this man who was currently kissing

a chance to explain, as though he was

to seduce

the locked

the door and took a long

you're at

leaning right against it now, can you feel me? I know that you still love

She pressed her legs together, and her

pressed against the

and filled with rage as he looked down at her, the petite little

not shout because

matter to a man, but

and sharp features as

seemed to be frozen in time, but at the same time, he had

for anyone to defy him

The man's voice was deep and filled

but she did give herself to another man five years

said, "Turn around", it reminded her of those painful

that bed, letting that man penetrate her over and

loudly. However, she also knew that it did not matter what she said. This man would not be afraid in the slightest, and he would just

tired of such a life, dancing like a puppet to everyone else's strings. She gritted her teeth. If he