A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

The bed was big. Kate had just made her way to the edge when her ankle was caught and pulled back.

Her body was held, and this familiar position shocked her.

“Do you want it like this? Like the baboons?” Tristan breathed the hot steam on her ear.

She didn’t think about the baboons or chimpanzees. She was reminded of the horrible night. His body against her back was thick, hot, and with a heavier odor than last time.

Kate was fixed where she was by the horror.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Tristan carried her and laid her down.

She wanted to struggle, but he had control over her wrists. Her arms rose beside her head in a position of surrender.

The two pairs of eyes met, and both of them breathed audibly. They seemed strange to each other.

Tristan adjusted her wrists and controlled them on top of her head with one of his hands. He said casually as he always did, “This has to happen, sooner or later. You wanted it. No one to blame.”

And then he used one hand to undress her. First, he took off her top and then her pants. Her hip bones, not plump but shapely, and then lower, her long legs with silky skin…

As soon as she was undressed, Tristan decided he wouldn’t give himself another moment for hesitation.

He took a deep breath and split her legs. He put himself against the softest place of hers.

There was trembling when their bodies made contact. One was hot, and one was cold; one was hard, and one was soft. Even Tristan, as an old campaigner, exclaimed inside when he experienced the subtle feeling at the moment of contact.

He advanced without hesitation.

Kate scowled. “It hurts!”

“Bear with it.”

And then he got through to the bottom. The person beneath him gave a suppressed moaning.

The pain accompanied by shame caused a great impact on her. The ugly thing was inside her. It was hot and kept swelling, like a thing that was alive and moving and brought nausea to her stomach.

And then she was overwhelmed with pain.

It hurt when it moved in and hurt even more when it went out. Shit. Kate was furious. She had nowhere to vent her anger, and she started kicking and beating.

Tristan was immersed in a magical experience as he was exploring an unknown virgin land. His heart had a surge of excitement, and he felt an indescribable relaxation.

Kate’s sudden fighting disturbed his enjoyment, and he grabbed her ankle and warned, “Don’t move. The more you move, the more it hurts.”

Kate didn’t listen to him and kept kicking and scratching like a wild beast.

“Will you stop?” Tristan snapped. She was scared and stopped. Seeing her grinding her teeth with tears in her eyes, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

He lifted her chin and asked, “So, you are justified?”

“I ask you. What did you and the policeman talk about?”

“You forgot the trade? What did I tell you? If you breach the agreement, I will get it back from your families.”

“Remember, the more you know, the faster you die.”

He got the effect he wanted, Kate stopped moving. Her body relaxed and opened to him. He stopped talking and focused on the movement.

He could feel that she was not in the state, and he put his hand to the place where they joined together and rubbed until it was moist and smooth.

Tristan woke up with the first light of the morning. The curtain wasn’t drawn closed at night, and the sun shone on the bed.

Though his energy was consumed and he had slept late, he didn’t feel tired. Instead, he felt refreshed and energetic. He thought of what Ed had said about rain after a long drought.

The dew of rain.

He sat by the bed and stared at Kate.

Her body was curled up. Her long hair spread around the pillow. Some sunlight fell on her face, and her soft and tiny hairs were visible.

She looked so young. Her nose crinkled because a strand of hair fell on it. He picked it up and pushed it to the back of her head.

His fingertip moved to the corner of her mouth and touched it softly. Except for the time in the supermarket, he had not seen her smile.

He had seen her cry many times.

Last night she cried after he finished. He wiped her tears with his hand and touched something sticky. He was annoyed and amused, thinking she found him sickening.

She was sickening herself. Luckily he only used his hand.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After he got dressed and was leaving for work, Tristan went back to the bedroom again. He pulled the curtains closed.

When he was driving on the way, his hand habitually tapped the steering wheel until he could think sensibly. Thinking of last night, he thought it was a little too early. This was not his original plan.

Since he had grown up, self-disciplines had become the most important part of his life. If a person wanted to achieve something, he needed to overcome the weakness he had.

A man could have many weaknesses, a hunger for power and money, for women, for love, etc. If one could not restrain themselves, the things that brought them happiness might run wild and bring them to the mire.

He had seen too many examples of this.

Self-control had become his instinct for years.

Of course, there were exceptions sometimes. But exceptions could not be too often.

The phone vibrated. He gave a glance at the number and curved his lips—another fiery horse.