Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 620

Whitney was left breathless from his kiss, furious at his brutish way of overpowering her, constantly pushing him away in annoyance. "Let me go...ugh!"

"Still won't say it, huh? I'm going to show you what it means to surrender, darling..."

He grew more determined, pinning her hands behind her back, tickling the palm of her hand.

She quickly became weak and powerless, her strength at best comparable to that of a kitten, absolutely unable to push him away!

Whitney felt like she was about to be devoured by him, a cold fury passing through her eyes, finally reaching her limit. She grabbed a knife and fork from the table and stabbed down at him fiercely! "Hmph..." Ludwik grunted in pain.

Whitney's eyes flashed, smelling the blood, thinking this jerk would finally let her go!

But unexpectedly, what met her next was a more dominant kiss. He lifted her up onto the table, her slender body knocking the dishes askew.

Her hand still clutched the knife and fork, Whitney heard the sound of his flesh tearing.

Yet, he kissed her deeper, more passionately, focused!

This madman.

She used violence, and he did not back down.

The ambiguous sounds and movements continued, the unaware servants thought there was a quarrel and came running, only to blush at the sight.

The butler quickly coughed, "Sir and madam are just having a lovers' quarrel, haha, move along!"

"..." Whitney was speechless. This was no lovers' quarrel.

She was simply overpowered.

Her cheeks flushed red, she struggled to breathe, managing to say, "Ludwik, you scoundrel, have you had enough? If you don't care about your life, don't ruin mine!"

Finally, the man let her go, his sensuous fingers lightly pressing against her swollen red lips. He looked down, his eyelashes fluttering, "Are you worried about your husband, huh?"

Whitney was completely defeated by his shamelessness.

He looked satisfactorily at his work-her bright red lips, murmuring lowly, "From now on, every time you mention someone you shouldn't, I'll punish you like this, darling. Remember the lesson. Now, it's just the two of us. There's no one else here, it's my world, and I can undress you anytime I want...huh?"

with

eyes widening, her

like this,

finished with an arrogant and flirtatious

turned and

clenched the knife and fork tightly, only then noticing the blood on the

coldly watched his retreating figure, his white T-shirt back stained with a large patch of

gasped silently to

kissing her speechless

frantic lunatic, Whitney was impressed, feeling the man was truly terrifying deep

was it to tame her, to influence her, playing psychological games

T-shirt, glanced in the mirror at the four puncture wounds on his shoulder, his little lady had not held

truly not spared any concern by

down,

aid kit upon seeing this, turned pale, "Mr. Lippert, why let the lady go on such a rampage, the wound looks severe, it needs a professional doctor's attention in this hot island climate, or it might get infected." "No need." Ludwik waved off, his deep eyes showing a hint of indulgence, "As long as

make her feel guilty

He said coldly.

sure the lady

casually in a similar white

of the room,

noise coming from

he changed direction,

to see

sitting down No need

phones. Not to mention they're not from Harmonia Country and don't speak the language,

Whitney stood deflated.

back at his dark eyes, angrily saying, "Ludwik, you might

tell you,

bride in

your misdeeds, even if Bryce is threatened by you not to call the police, my uncle, Tiana,

him, asked him not to act rashly. My

of it, hasn't

in my

face with utmost tenderness, his gaze full of affection as if they were a loving couple, "could lead to