When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 343
grew restless again at the sight of him. What you harbored was not guilt, but regret. And when you saw him again, you were tempted.”
He sneered. “My responsibilities towards Rebecca? What a joke. Here I am working my hardest to give you a sense of security while all you think about, Scarlett, are a million ways to get rid of me. Good gracious!”
His words might be harsh and mean, but I chose not to refute them. No matter what he said, it was useless for me to set things straight.
I glanced at him with an impassive expression. Compared to his anger, I took his reaction in stride. “Ashton, let’s stop lying to ourselves!”
I did not want to argue, for I did not even know where to start. I could not even tell how our relationship hit the rocks. Was I at fault or was he being a pain?
So I did not want to fight. Grandma said that if two people loved each other, no matter what obstacles laid between them, they would always be able to forgive and tolerate each other. Maybe love was what we lacked, and thus we could not find relief.
I turned to leave but he caught my arm and held me within his grasp. He had me pressed against the table and began to kiss me aggressively.
From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to resist his strength and dominance. I turned my head away to evade his attack while I tried my best to push him away.
But, sadly, men and women differ in strength. To him, my strength was comparable to a mosquito. He clasped one hand around my waist and pinched it so hard that I winced in pain.
His free hand held my head in its grip, forcing me to reciprocate his kiss.
It was unbearable. I lifted my hands to push him away, but he bit down so forcefully that I yelped.
“Ashton, let go of me! I don’t want this!”
He snickered. “We are a couple. This is what couples do. What’s wrong with that? Heck, you don’t want to do it with me because you’d rather do it with Marcus, is that right? You’re still thinking of someone who’s already dead. What for?”
Slap! I hit his face as though on instinct, while the disgust and pain intertwined in my heart.
He stopped abruptly. His face resembled the turbulence that gathered before the pouring rain. The storm he was brewing made me tremble all over.
I thought he would hit me back or push me to the ground out of fury, but he did not.
Instead, he raised a hand and held my chin in place before taking a brutal bite of my lips. After that, he proceeded to ravage me like a feral beast.
I roared, “Ashton, no! I said no! Release me!”
He scoffed. “When have you ever wanted it? When have you ever asked for it? Huh?”
My mind went blank. Just when it was about to short-circuit, I felt a burst of pain spread throughout my body.
I did not resist. In fact, I had no way of resisting.
I questioned myself over and over again in my head. How did we end up like this? Is it because we have fallen out of love? Is that why he can step all over me as he pleases?
As I looked at him, I noticed there was nothing but a bottomless abyss in those dark eyes of his. There was only eternal darkness.