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.

outside. He behaved as though the two of them were the only ones in this house, fully focused on

grabbing her thin nightdress that had been half-pulled away. He then pulled the material upward

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

was when he

door. She was afraid of making too much noise,

men to see her body

want Jean to overhear or see the humiliating way she looked

mad?" Luke lowered his head again to kiss her lips, his touch even rougher and more possessive than

large hand touched her between

some wet and sticky there.

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

wetter and wetter, but the man only rubbed

like a fish on a

purposely dress like

she had put on a nightdress because

was the most conservative

from this man who

to explain, as though he was

this to seduce him.

locked

a

"I know you're at the

My back is leaning right against it now, can you feel me? I know

pressed her legs together,

her back pressed

rage as he looked down at her, the

not shout because that would

matter to a man,

at the man's strong brow and sharp features as she gulped.

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

made it hard for anyone

around." The man's voice was deep and filled with

much experience, but she did give herself to another man five years ago,

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

then, she lay in that bed, letting

However, she also knew that it did not matter what she

to everyone else's strings. She gritted her teeth. If he really did anything to her today, she would sue him.