Chapter 416

“Reynaldo…” I lunged at him, hitting his face, growling with hatred, “You’re really cruel.”

The limp hand slapped his face, as if caressing, leaving him unfazed.

He grabbed my wrist and sneered, “Are you tough?”

I stared at him deeply.

He smiled at me and said, “Esmeralda, what did I tell you? Never try to escape from me. Why do you never listen?”

Even the opportunity I gave you, you didn’t even bother to consider.

“You always seem to be pushing my limits. Do you think I really wouldn’t dare to touch you?”

With that, he suddenly exerted force with his hand and threw me into the chair.

With this swing, I felt even more dizzy and dazzled.

He pressed up against me, his eyes staring at me fiercely, as if he really wanted to kill me.

I looked into his eyes filled with determination, and at that moment, I suddenly didn’t want to struggle anymore.

It seems that no matter what I do, my whole life was just trapped in his hands, letting him play with it.

The discomfort of hunger and thirst overwhelmed all our pride and stubbornness.

I looked at the cup in his hand and pleaded sadly and weakly, “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have arrogantly challenged your bottom line.”

“I’m not running anymore, please… give me some water to drink…”

Such humility was something I had never experienced in my entire life.

Even though I had borrowed money from him before, slept with him, I had never been so humble.

I looked at his cold, hard eyes, my heart aching.

In the end, to him, I was just a tool for venting anger and relieving needs; he could kill me at any time.

I shouldn’t have always thought that I was special to him, shouldn’t have always thought that no matter what he did, he wouldn’t really kill me.

Ah, what does my life matter to him anyway.

“Water… Reynaldo, I beg you…”

At this moment, I just wanted to survive and protect my baby.

I clung to his arm, casting aside all pride and self-esteem, and pleaded desperately to him, “Reynaldo… water…”

His eyes sank as he looked at me, with a touch of ruthlessness between his eyebrows.

“Very thirsty, aren’t you?”

I licked my chapped lips and looked at him.

His eyes suddenly darkened a few shades, revealing a clear hint of darkness.

His big hand ran up along my collarbone and my neck.

The slightly calloused large hand seemed to be carrying flames; wherever it went, it stirred up waves of heat and trembling.

Then, his big hand once again pinched my chin and he smiled at me, “You must be weak after being hungry for so long. How about I feed you?”

I didn’t say anything, just looked at the water cup within reach, swallowing unconsciously.

My throat was as dry as a knife.

He sneered faintly, then brought the cup to my lips the next second and lifted it to pour into my mouth.

The ordinary lukewarm water seemed particularly sweet at this moment.

I tilted my head back and swallowed eagerly.

He poured a little too fast, and the water slid down my lips, flowing into my clothes along my neck and collarbone.

It started out warm, but later it turned cold, making me shiver slightly.

Suddenly, the man violently threw the water cup and then forcefully covered my lips.

He kissed me forcefully, with his rapid breath ringing in my ears.

I was powerless to resist, feeling like my whole being was going to be devoured by his wild kisses.

The clothes were torn by him.