My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He seemed to want me to beg him, so his movements became increasingly intense.

"When you stood in front of the car without hesitation, you were being completely sincere, right?" As he kissed me, he seemed a little short of breath.

Our fingers were intertwined so tightly it made me feel a little uncomfortable. "With Irvin, do you feel guilt, or do you love him? Do you feel the same way towards him as you do towards me? Hmm?" The expression on his face held a little warmth, and he slightly narrowed his eyes as he waited for my answer.

I pursed my lips and didn't want to answer him. I couldn't tell love and guilt apart anymore as I myself was confused most of the time.

We remained quiet. The longer the silence lasted, the colder the air became. The anger on his face became even harder to read.

After a long pause, he retracted his gaze and closed his pitch-black eyes slightly. His voice was deep and magnetic as he spoke. "Arianna, how long has it been since we last did it?"

I frowned subconsciously and opened my mouth, "Hendrix, I don't want to do it!"

My mind was filled with images of Irvin lying in a pool of blood, and my heart ached. I raised an agitated hand to push him away, "Hendrix, I told you I don't want to! Didn't you hear me?"

He raised his hand to pull off the bathrobe on his body, and swallowed up all my resistance in

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glared at him and said, "Hendrix,

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to trouble

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