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.

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

nightdress that had been half-pulled away. He then

let go of her, his gaze

was when he

door. She was afraid of

did not want two men to see her

way she looked right now. She did not want to be accused of being a

Don't you know that seeing you like this drives me mad?" Luke lowered his head again to kiss her lips, his touch even rougher and more possessive than

touched her

some wet and sticky there. Her body was

right outside, and the only thing that separated them was a thin door. Bianca did not dare to move or scream,

but the man only rubbed her even

like a fish on a

dress like

was not used to wearing her clothes to sleep. Today, though, she had put on a nightdress because

too; it was the most

visit from this man who was currently

give her a chance to explain, as though he was certain that she

this to

locked

a long time to gather

"I know you're

leaning right against it now, can you feel me? I

enough..." She pressed her legs together, and her body began

back pressed

rage as he looked

could not shout because that would only make things

this may not matter to a man,

man's strong brow and sharp features as

to be frozen in time, but at the

around him that made it hard for anyone to defy him

was deep

she did give

around", it reminded her of those painful

letting that man penetrate her over and over

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

puppet to everyone else's strings. She gritted her teeth. If he really did anything to her today, she would sue him. No matter what it