This revulsion seemed to deepen the shadow in Jarrodâs eyes.
He abruptly caught Nicoleâs hand, holding onto her.
For a moment, Nicole was stunned.
Then, feeling as though a boundary had been breached, she attempted to pull away, but Jarrod pinned her effortlessly against his chest.
Despite his injuries, Jarrod subdued Nicole easily.
Jarrodâs voice, low and deep, said, âNicole, let me enjoy myself, or we can go all the way.
You choose.
â
Hearing Jarrodâs words, Nicole clenched her jaw in frustration, her voice laced with venom, saying, âIf you think I wonât retaliate, then keep provoking me!â
Jarrodâs amusement at her defiance was evident.
Holding Nicole closer, he chuckled and said, âBabe, feel free to retaliate as you please.
â
Chills ran down Nicoleâs spine.
Jarrodâs madness was evident! Nicole was left speechless.
âYou beast!â Nicoleâs arm tensed as she clenched her teeth and cursed.
Yet, Jarrod seemed unaffected, his tone deepening, and said, âIâm flattered.
â
After a moment, Nicoleâs hands were finally freed.
Her palms felt scorched.
Tremors ran through Nicole, fingers numb, her lips pale from pressure.
Instinctively, she poked at his injury.
Jarrod hissed instantly.
The erotic tension, which had just peaked, had yet to dissipate.
The poke elicited a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable for him.
âJarrod, youâre repulsive!â
Jarrod simply smirked, his voice low and husky, saying, âThe price of poking me.
â
Anger blazed in Nicoleâs eyes as she attempted to slap him, but Jarrod seized her hand tightly, guiding it toward his wound.
He pressed her hand, repeatedly pushing it inwards.
A cold and impassive expression settled over his handsome features.
âDoes this satisfy you?â His tone remained eerily calm, yet beneath the surface lurked a madness, destructive and suffocating.
Jarrodâs wound reopened, and Nicoleâs hand now was covered in his blood.
Nicole gasped for breath, saying, âYou⦠You are insane!â
Jarrod appeared to be devoid of any sense of pain as he forcefully pressed her hand on his wound as though he intended to insert her hand into the freshly stitched wound and extract the heart within.
âDespise me? Then let your hatred flow.
Hurt me more!â Jarrodâs eyes sparkled ominously as he smiled and said, âBabe, itâs unfair if Iâm the only one having fun.
â
Nicole was engulfed in sheer terror.
Jarrod had lost his mind! The overpowering scent of blood made her feel nauseous.
Jarrodâs gaze was pinned on Nicole, yet it seemed unfocused.