Chapter 515


    Chapter 515 She Cried.


    What did he say?


    Olive red at him fiercely. “Elvis, don’t you dare!”


    Elvis slowly narrowed his narrow eyes. Her threats werepletely useless against him.


    Elvis tugged at the front button of her little ck dress, but perhaps it was because he was in a hurry.


    He rudely ripped open her shirt.


    The buttons sttered open. Olive felt a chill on her body. She eximed and immediately stretched


    out her arms to cover her chest.


    Elvis stared at her pink neck. There was nothing there.


    She hadn’t indeed taken his OneLove jewelry.


    The pain she gave him three years ago was still vivid in his mind. Three yearster, she did not even


    give him a reason to forgive her.


    “Elvis, you’ve seen it. The OneLove is really not on me!” Olive eximed in a low voice.


    Because Elvis had lowered his head and bit her neck, his sharp teeth had already submerged into her


    skin. Olive felt as if she had been bitten badly. The pain was really hurting,


    Olive’s hands tightly clinged to his stiff shoulders


    At this moment, Elvis stood up and easily supported her pretty buttocks. He carried her to the desk.


    Once he had sat her down, he squeezed his waist in between her legs.


    Such a posture was ambiguous and flirtatious.


    Elvis stretched out his palm and touched the tooth mark on her pink neck.


    Just now, he had been ruthless, biting on the skin on her neck. Some tiny heads of blood had dripped


    out from the


    wound.


    He leaned over, then he kissed Olive’s neck, and he opened his mouth to swallow the blood.


    Olive’s head was forced back. He was sucking her blood. She flinched in fright. She was not allowed to


    escape.


    “It hurts, Elvis,” Olive murmured.


    Elvis slowly let go of her. His narrow eyes were already stained with gloom. He looked sinister and


    bloodthirsty. Olive had already sensed his abnormality. “Elvis, what’s the matter with you?”


    Elvis stared at her with red eyes, and said in a h oar se voice, “Olive, do you know how much I want to


    kill you now?” Olive knew that his cruel eyes were filled with hatred, as if the raging fire in his eyes was


    about to set her aze. She forced opened her eyes. “Elvis, you have already searched my body, can


    you let me go? I want to go back.”


    Where did she want to go?


    She didn’t even want to stay with him for a second.


    Elvis slowly let go of her, and the corners of his s exy lips curved into a sarcastic and charming are.


    “I’ve almost searched everywhere, but there’s our ce I haven’t searched yet,” he replied.


    Olive’s denselybed eyshes shuddered. She only had a skirt on her body. Where else did he


    want to search? Elvis lowered his eyes, and his gazended an her skirt. He grasped her slender legs


    and wanted to pull her skirt down. “Come on, show me what you’re hiding in there.”


    Olive sped her legs tightly so that he would not touch her. He had really humiliated her. Now, her


    clothes were disheveled, but his shirt and trousers had no wrinkles at all. He even had to search


    through her skirt, she was not a prostitute!


    Olive wanted to raise her hand to push him away, but Elvis grabbed her wrist in time and tucked her


    lunds behind her. He went on to use his fingers to lift her skirt.


    Her legs felt cold, causing Olive to realize the danger. If her skirt was lifted, it would be a real


    humiliation to her.


    He wanted to vigorously search her, thereby humiliating her.


    A cold light shed through Olive’s clear eyes. Olive raised her hand backwards, and took out a


    weapon which was pinned on her hair. She wanted to pierce the small knife directly into Elvis’s chest.


    This time. Elvis did not move. He had already urately captured her intentions and movements. He


    just looked at her coldly, and quickly sent his chest over. “Olive, stab here, you did three years ago. My


    chest is only a few millimeters away, this time you must stab urately, don’t let me live!”


    Olive movements suddenly stopped, and she could no longer get closer.


    “What? You can’t do it anymore?” Elvis reached out and patted Olive’s pale face a few times. “Olive,


    this is unlike you. Three years ago, you were so cruel. Come on, I’ll help you stab me.”


    Elvis reached out and ripped open the button of his shirt, revealing half of his strong chest. He pulled


    Olive’s hand and stabbed his chest. “Come on, stab here!”


    Olive saw his chest. Although he was already healed, there was a deep scar on his chest. It was the


    indelible mark she left on him three years ago.


    The small knife in Olive’s hand fell to the ground.


    “If you can’t stab me, then you should be obedient, or I’ll really kill you!” Elvis lowered his eyes and


    kissed her red lips.


    This was their first kiss after three years. There was no affection. He kissed her roughly, almost bitting


    her.


    Elvis kissed her as he reached out and pushed her skirt up. His red eyes were now even darker. He


    yanked his belt away with a swipe. He had long wanted to treat her like this.


    Olive did not resist. If this was what he wanted, then she would give it to him.


    Olive raised her two hands and wrapped her arms around his neck. She gently closed her eyes, but hot


    tears gently rolled down her cheeks.


    She and he really couldn’t go back to how they were.


    Elvis kissed her fiercely. He suddenly halted and looked up and he saw that Olive’s face was already


    covered with


    tears.


    She was crying silently and sadly.


    Elvis felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured down from the top of his head, instantly


    extinguishing all his passion and rendering him cold.Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org