Chapter 515 She Cried.
What did he say?
Olive glared at him fiercely. “Elvis, don’t you dare!”
Elvis slowly narrowed his narrow eyes. Her threats were completely useless against him.
Elvis tugged at the front button of her little black dress, but perhaps it was because he was in a hurry. He rudely ripped open her shirt.
The buttons splattered open. Olive felt a chill on her body. She exclaimed 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 years later, she did not even give him a reason to forgive her.
“Elvis, you’ve seen it. The OneLove is really not on me!” Olive exclaimed 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 ablaze. 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 place I haven’t searched yet,” he replied.
Olive’s densely combed eyelashes shuddered. She only had a skirt on her body. Where else did he want to search? Elvis lowered his eyes, and his gaze landed 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 clasped 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 flashed 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 accurately 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 accurately, 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.
