Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 80

"No. I don't want to," Jenna was shocked by his words and she shook her head in panic. She had no choice but to unbutton her shirt with her trembling hands. However, the buttons seemed to be against her and she could not unbutton them. Suddenly, she admired her courage for being able to offer her body to him last time.

"Are you testing my patience?" Hansen looked at her indifferently. Although he was itching to ravage her, he forced himself to hold it in. There was a coy smile on his face with his eyes scanning her body. He admired her nervous little woman's appearance.

The process could not be rushed, it could be compared to winemaking. It's like a fine wine that grew more aromatic and intoxicating the longer it was kept. Hansen enjoyed the process very much.

What a lecherous man!

Jenna really wanted to turn around and slap him. This d*mn guy!

The clothes she was wearing were the conservatives ones that Hansen bought for her. The buttons were in rows, so tiny and so numerous that it took Jenna a long time to undo two of them.

However, when the two buttons were undone, her breasts were exposed. He was tempted at the sight of her fair skin. Hansen could no longer hold back his excitement. There was a surge of lust pulsing through his veins; a fire was raging in his body, and he had butterflies in the stomach.

He ripped off her shirt and pinned her down.

Jenna's brain was already fuzzy, unable to distinguish whether she was in a dream or in reality. Perhaps that was good. She was able to forget about the pain. When she felt the pain in her lower body, she opened her eyes, and tears slipped down quietly from her eyes. This was the third time, and she still felt the pain. In fact, the pain in her heart was far greater than the physical pain.

This time, Hansen was slightly different from the previous two times. He was just as crazy, but he was much more gentle. He took care of her emotions, especially when he saw her tears; he knew that she was in pain. Then, his actions would be much gentler, and he would even caress her consciously to ease her discomfort.

Jenna could feel his gentleness, but she was still upset. The pain in her heart was like a scar, being peeled off little by little as if someone was rubbing salt into the wound.

The shower took nearly three hours. Hansen was like a trapped beast. He didn't care whether she was exhausted or not; he just wanted to ravage her. He didn't stop until she begged him, saying that there was nothing left in her tank.

She couldn't remember how she walked out of the bathroom. It seemed that Hansen was the one who carried her out. Her whole body was so limp and her legs were so sore that she couldn't even stand up.

On the large-sized soft bed, Jenna was curled up in the brocade bed. Hansen's hands were wrapped around her with his body spooning hers. Although she could feel that his body temperature was still a little high, it felt very warm.

Jenna was like a doll in his arms. She didn't dare to move. The entire room was very quiet. She held her breath and didn't even dare to breathe loudly. She was worried that even if she made a slight movement, she would awake the beast again.

One could never judge a book by its cover. He was a tyrannical beast with endless energy inside with a gentle appearance on the surface. From her injuries on her wedding night, to her offering her body to him, and then to sleep with him today, she had never been better. He was more and more energetic. However, she was already used to it, so she could take it very hard!

Hansen lay content and relaxed. His hands were roaming over her smooth skin, and the contact made his lust surged once again. He was surprised by his madness and endless desire for her. No one could bring him such hearty pleasure except for the woman in his arms.

He thought that he was not fond of women's figures. However, as long as he was faced with this woman's body, he would have inexhaustible enthusiasm, as if every cell in his body had been activated. The passion was high and uncontrollable. Only when she was under his body could his needs be alleviated.

Jenna was exhausted and her body was aching. She felt that his body temperature was rising again, so she deliberately moved away. "Don't move," Hansen said softly. His voice was especially gentle. Jenna was in a trance. Wasn't this exactly what she had been looking forward to for so many years? On the wedding night, she woke up from her sleep, hoping that he would hug her and comfort her like this. However, at that time, he was distant. Now her wish had come true, but why did she feel sad and heartbroken?

"Are you not leaving?" She urged in a low voice.

"Where am I going?" He blurted out in surprise.

"Back home to Aria," Jenna said coldly, "Didn't you call me a sl*t? Why are you still coming to me? You should have gone to your Aria instead. She is pure. You should have stayed with her, not with me."

Hansen was stunned. He didn't expect Jenna to say such a thing at this moment. He suddenly felt annoyed and said grumpily, "D*mn you woman! Can't you be a little romantic?"

"But I'm telling the truth. You're not young anymore. Are you still dreaming?" Jenna sneered.

"D*mn you woman. Why do you have to keep going on and on about it?"

Hansen sat up, and the pleasurable feeling that rose from his body was dissipated by her words. He was very annoyed and said angrily, "You're just provoking me so that I would let you go. Let me tell you this, no way!" At this point, a lustful look appeared on his face again. He stroked her smooth skin with his hand and said without thinking, "All I am interested in right now is your body. Even if you are a sl*t, it will not hinder my sexual interest. Every sexual affair is like this. Come to think of it, you seem to suit the role of a mistress really well."

At this point, he even smiled proudly.

"Scoundrel," Jenna shuddered with anger and cursed through gritted teeth, no longer feeling the slightest bit of affection for him.

Her face was filled with pain and sadness. Hansen suddenly felt that a part of his body was missing and his heart was torn apart. He turned over and pinned her down. He held her delicate chin with his hand and said viciously, "Woman, why do you have to dampen my spirits?"

"Get out of my way," Jenna punched him hard, her eyes full of tears. She said angrily, "B*stard, one day you will get your retribution."

Her words were full of hatred, and her eyes darkened, which made Hansen tremble with fear. However, the sensation brought by the woman's struggle made the adrenaline surge in his body continue to thrum within him.

What a joke. As the Young Master of the Richards family, why would he still care about a woman's retribution? He was confident enough that he could keep an eye on her for the rest of his life and make her inseparable from him. Even as his mistress, as long as he did not get tired of her and needed her, she would never be able to escape nor could she do anything to him.

She would always have to weep and plead beneath him.

He reached out and grabbed her hand and put it on top of her head, bending over to kiss her...

He hit her hard. He spent an enjoyable time with her over the night and had his ways with her repeatedly. Only until he had reached his limit and felt exhausted did he hold her and fell asleep contentedly.

Jenna woke up and then fell back asleep again. When she opened her eyes, she felt that her entire body was sore. The bright autumn sun was shining through the window. The warm sunshine shone on the bedsheet, and the warmth and passion of last night had subsided in the air.

She sat up and looked around to see that Hansen had already left.

After sitting there for a while, she dragged her sore body out of bed. Her mind was full of images from last night, and she felt extremely uncomfortable. She rushed into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water and dipped herself in it. She kept on trying to remove the marks left by him. Her whole body was covered with hickeys and bruises, which were very conspicuous.

"Hansen, what do you take me for? Am I just your toy? Just because you managed to snag me at a good price and you're not happy. It does not mean you can do whatever you like."

She thought bitterly of why she had fallen in love with such a demon before.

"Hansen, one day, I will make you pay. I'll pay you back for all the humiliation and pain you've inflicted on me."

Everything, all the humiliation she had suffered, was caused by the car accident. If it weren't for that car accident, she would probably still be abroad. She would probably have gotten over Hansen, or would probably have learned to accept Rayan. However, because of that car accident, everything had changed. Her father had died and her mother was suffering.

She secretly made up her mind. Since things had come to this, she must get to the bottom of everything. She must plan her revenge accordingly and she must pay back what others had done to her. She was innocent and never owed anyone anything.

She was pure and had never lost her virginity prior to their marriage, but she was still regarded as unchaste by Hansen. Why was it like that?

All she could think of was Hansen's disgusted look. Even if it was just for a fight, she had to figure out everything.

Anger gradually welled up in her chest. She could tolerate being trampled on countless times, but she was not willing to give up her pitiful self-respect and dignity. Otherwise, it would be the same as dying.

She desperately scrubbed her body thoroughly, just to remove all the marks that Hansen had left on her to humiliate her. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

She was a woman of self- esteem, a woman of integrity. She was equally disgusted by men who despised her, even if she once loved him dearly. She would not have a good impression of him anymore.

After scrubbing her body for a long while, she felt as if her skin had been scrubbed off, and there were traces of red marks on her delicate skin.

She didn't know how long she sat in the water before she finally came out of the bathroom and walked to the bed in a daze. She felt her legs were sore and there was a sharp pain. She guessed it must be because she had scrubbed too hard just now.

She was tired and weak and just wanted to sleep. She lifted the quilt and crawled onto the bed. Soon, she fell asleep again.