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.

of them were the only ones in this house, fully focused on absorbing her sweet beautiful

had been half-pulled away. He then pulled the material upward until he could stuff most of her nightdress into his

did not let go of her, his

was when he saw her

ram into the door. She was afraid of making too much noise, lest she raise Jean's

men to see

see the humiliating way she looked

seeing you like this drives me mad?" Luke lowered his head again to kiss her lips, his touch

hand touched her

she felt some

Bianca did not dare to move

eyes grew wetter and wetter, but the man only rubbed her

a fish on a chopping

like this for his

to sleep. Today, though, she had put on a nightdress because she had taken a nap in the

ankles too; it was the most conservative one she

never expected a visit from this man

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

this to seduce him.

locked door,

a

you're at

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

together, and

back pressed

her lips, his eyes open and filled with rage as he looked down at her,

her eyes. She could not shout because that would only make things

like this may not matter to a man, but

brow and sharp features as

time, but at the same time,

hard for anyone to defy

man's voice was deep and

may not have much experience, but she did give herself

"Turn around", it reminded her of those

that bed, letting that man penetrate her over

also knew that it did not matter what she said. This man would not be afraid

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