Chapter 951:
Julioâs dark eyes mirrored her pain. He stood frozen, anger simmering inside him, but her tears held him back from venting his frustration. Then, Dalores rose on her tiptoes, pressing soft kisses against his Adamâs apple, trailing up to his chin. Her lips brushed his, feather-light.
Her hands fumbled with his belt, then the zipper of his pants. She struggled, her fingers clumsy.
The touch ignited Julioâs rage. He gripped her chin and tossed her onto the bed. He then leaned in close, his hands ripping at her clothes.
Her clothes were torn apart in an instant, exposing her smooth skin. He leaned down, his kisses hot and rough against her shoulder.
When Julio got angry, it was like a switch had been flipped inside him. The gentle man was gone, replaced by someone ruthless and intense. Dolores removing his glasses was like ripping off a mask, revealing the beast beneath.
Julio was now like a madman, fueled by a mix of lust and rage. Dolores sobbed, her lips bitten from holding back her cries.
âYou want a kid?â Julio asked.
âBeg and Iâll give you one,â he continued, his grip tightening on her chin, forcing her to look at him.
âCat got your tongue? Too ashamed to speak? But your body is telling a different story,â he sneered.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist.
ð¿ðtðst chðptðrs in gðªlnoνels.ð¬ðð¶ When he saw her tear-streaked face, he loosened his grip, his voice rough. âWhy the tears? Youâre the one who came to me, asking to sleep with me.â
âYeah, I did,â Dolores admitted, her realization hitting her like a wave. She shouldnât care about her dignity now when Emersonâs life was at stake.
She snaked an arm around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Her tongue traced a wet path across his Adamâs apple.
And that was it. He lost control.
The next morning, Julio rolled out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom.
Dolores mentally counted the days. This was the tenth day they had been intimate. Her period had ended a week before their first time. She was past her fertile window now, but she couldnât afford to miss a single chance. Every month she got pregnant sooner meant one less month that Emerson had to suffer. She had to do this again. She had to get pregnant.
The weight of her decision settled on her, and she closed her eyes, trying to rest. When she heard Julioâs footsteps fade as he left, a single tear escaped her eye, tracing a path down her cheek.
She couldnât escape this, no matter how hard she tried. As soon as she saved Emerson, she would disappear from Julioâs life forever.
After a short nap, she got up, changed her clothes, grabbed the food from the fridge, and headed straight to the hospital. She was oblivious to the fact that Julio was following her in his car.
Visiting hours started at ten. After visiting Emerson, Dolores went back to the ward and started working on her laptop.
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