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    Still, he found himself unable to release her. “Come on, let’s go home.”


    In the car, he enveloped her in his arms, holding her close as though fearing she might vanish.


    Throughout the journey, Rachel continued to resist.


    Regardless of her efforts, Brian managed to counter each one.


    Ultimately, worn out physically and mentally, she resigned herself to his embrace.


    Tears cascaded down her cheeks, each drop like a dagger stabbing into his heart.


    Yet, he continued to hold her. He was unusually calm, tenderly wiping her tears before cupping her face to deliver a gentle kiss.


    Rachel recoiled. “Doesn’t this disgust you?”


    Brian tensed up, the veins on his forehead visible as he battled his emotions.


    He soon let go, his voice softening. “Let’s forget what happened today and move past it.”


    “Do you trust me?” she asked.


    His expression tightened, and his silence was telling.


    “You never did trust me, did you? Saying we should ‘forget about today’ is just your way of avoiding the truth. Can you honestly say it doesn’t bother you? Thinking about how close I was to him, are you really at peace?”


    Rachel’s words unleashed a wave of anger in Brian. He could restrain himself no more.


    In a sudden movement, he ripped at her clothing, his gestures rough and devoid of any gentleness.


    His gaze was that of a predator poised to strike, to consume her entirely.


    His voice was a deep, angry growl. “Yes, it bothers me. It drives me mad. Rachel, you belong to me. I won’t let anyone else have you. And he will pay for this.”


    He aggressively tore at her bra strap, snapping it off.


    Her skin was bared in moments.


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    Brian had been struggling to keep hisposure, to remain rational and calm.


    However, the sight of red marks on her neck and corbone pushed him over the edge. His pent-up emotions unleashed like a beast freed from its constraints.


    He kissed her marks with fervor, sucking hard.


    The pressure at the side of her neck near an artery was intense, and Rachel felt her head spin, her ability to breathe constricted.


    Several minutes passed, her skin growing numb from the prolonged contact, before Brian released her.


    His lips then zed a new trail across her skin.


    He continued until the initial marks were obscured by newer, darker ones, and only then did he pause.


    Yet, his lips persisted, softly pressing and lingering on her skin. His lips moved slowly, taking their time, as if he were admiring his own handiwork, carefully tracing the shape of the hickeys.


    Eventually, he even asked, “Rachel, do these marks resemble a heart? A heart-shaped mark?”


    Rachel, grappling with difort, shut her eyes and muttered, “Brian, this is madness.”


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