Chapter 110


    I was so out of it that I didn’t even know where I was at that point. The only thing that mattered was that


    the hand around my neck felt cool and refreshing. I felt a sudden urge to press myself against him to


    cool myself down. That was a unique quality that men had that aroused my passions.


    As he lowered me onto the bed, I felt that something was off but could do nothing about it as I felt so


    weak that I was unable to move an inch. A pair ofrge hands began massaging my cheeks and body.


    It felt divine as I moan in satisfaction and begged for more. I edged myself closer to the man with the


    icy cool body before me, wanting nothing more than to snuggle up against it.


    “I’m feeling so hot…” I murmured.


    “Oh my, that really turned me on. I didn’t think you had it in you, Yvonne. You usually look so innocent.


    And it’s really sexy how you wriggle around like a little snake when you’re aroused.”


    The voice was familiar but at the moment I can’t quite ce where I’ve heard it before, but it wasn’t


    important. The only thing that mattered at that moment was to bring my body temperature down.


    Instinctively, I burrowed myself in the coolness of his embrace.


    “There’s no need to rush. I will have you begging for mercy soon.” The man’s voice dripped with


    malice. His calloused hand stroked my body and it tingled pleasantly. His touch felt magical as they


    glided over my silky skin. Trembling in anticipation, I threw back my head to let out a primal noise deep


    in my throat.


    I heard the rustle of my clothes being removed. The next moment, I was shoved onto the bed. The


    sheets felt blissfully cool against the blistering heat of my bare skin. Could it be Christopher? I opened


    my eyes as wide as they would go, but all I could see was the blurry image of a figure.


    I had wanted to call out Christopher’s name, but I was dimly aware of the hazard of calling out his


    name under a state as intoxicated as this. The sharp odor of alcohol pierced my nostrils, along with the


    dense scent of his cologne. It was only when he was attempting to lift my skirt up that I realized that the


    man wasn’t Christopher.


    In a sh of rity, I deduced that it wasn’t Christopher as his typical scent of tobo and mint were


    absent. The shock of that realization was enough for me topletely regain my senses as I


    attempted to shove him off of me as hard as I could.


    “Who are you?” I demanded. “Let go of me!”


    “Stop resisting,” the man growled as he leaned his full weight on me against the bed.


    I was pinned down and had no energy left to struggle. With a shudder of realization, it urred to me


    that I had been drugged, which exined my predicament. The alcohol at the party was not the


    problem, because many other guests have had the same champagne and did not end up as intoxicated


    as I was.


    Therefore, it must have only been the ss that I had. Did Lyle have to resort to this? I thought in


    despair. He had always used me of cheating on him. This time, he had decided to punish me by


    delivering me to the arms of another man.


    No, I will definitely not let him get away with his n. I bit down hard on my tongue, and the pain clear


    my senses to my surroundings. I took a close look at the man on top of me but did not recognize him. I


    pushed hard against him as I fumbled for the heavy ashtray on the nightstand and swung it against his


    skull.


    Blood sttered over the sheets from the side of his head but I did not stop. He probably did not expect


    me to have been able to regain my wits to defend myself in my drugged state. I attacked him


    relentlessly until he was on the floor.


    As he struggled to get to his feet, I raised the ashtray and brought it crashing down onto his head


    without hesitation, rendering him motionless on the floor. “Please stop,” he croaked. “You’re going to kill


    me if you keep going.”


    The ashtray fell and shattered into a thousand fragments from my limp fingers. I copsed on the floor


    next to him, panting from exertion. My body temperature began to soar again as confusing mirages of


    desire and emptiness rushed through my mind. I did not know who the man was whoy beside me.


    I felt the savage urge to force a confession out of him regarding the origins of the potent drug that I


    have been sedated with.


    Not daring to venture outdoors for fear of who I might run into, I did not even know where I had left my


    purse. My breathing was haggard as I failed to resist the urge and dashed across the room to where he


    lay.


    I felt another surge of rage as soon as I touched him. Without thinking, I grabbed a shard from the


    broken ashtray and stabbed him in the arm. “I will not be taken advantage of,” I panted as I plunged the


    shard into his arm repeatedly. “I will not be taken to be a fool. Not like this.”


    He did not faint but grew rmed at the sight of my violent assertiveness. He swallowed and spoke


    weakly. “Bloody hell, I had thought that I was being gifted a meek littlemb. Turns out she’s a man-


    eating flytrap.”


    Crystal’s voice came suddenly from outside the door. “The servant had said that Yvonne is resting in


    this room, but I have a bad feeling about it. Let’s take a look inside.”


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