Chapter 958 I Am Hell
"Joseph Mcccarthy, put me down this instant!" Waverly squirmed in his arms.
"Are you sure you want me to put you down?" He gave her a look.
His words left a bad taste in her mouth. It felt as if the consequences would be worse if he put her down. He wouldn't want her right away, would he...
She pursed her lips and didn't say anything.
He raised his eyebrows, walked into the room, and put her on the bed.
Immediately, she got up and walked towards the door.
He calmly turned on the TV and reminded faintly, "If you open this door, I don't mind doing it outside. Everyone here is under me anyway, and they would turn away if they knew it wasn't right for them to watch. The floor outside isn't that shabby either."
She stopped and took a deep breath. She looked back at him and scolded, "Aren't you afraid of going to hell?"
He slowly turned toward her with a sneer. The corners of his mouth grew into a smirk as he declared confidently, "I am Hell. Besides, why should I be afraid? You're going to be there, anyway! Now, come here..."
She was stubborn to the core. Maybe it was because she was angry that she was being taken advantage of by him every single time; she didn't have anywhere else to escape to.
She felt distressed, sad, angry and rebellious at the same time.
Hence, she didn't go over to him. She plopped herself onto the ground and sat there cross-legged.
She didn't want any of this anymore. She didn't want to be a lady anymore, nor did she want this sophisticated and prestigious life.
She just wanted to be a ruffian who could behave shamelessly. She wanted to be so terrifying that people would avoid her deliberately.
Instead of getting mad, Joseph just smiled as he observed her with bright eyes.
He switched the TV on.
In response, Waverly turned her head in the complete opposite direction, refusing to look at it.
He didn't pay attention to the TV either. Instead, he was focused on her.
She was far more interesting than whatever was playing on the TV.
Although her eyes weren't looking, she couldn't avoid listening to the audio that was coming from the TV.
One minute passed, then ten minutes... Soon, an hour had passed them by, yet the TV was still playing the video clips.
She was beginning to get annoyed. She glared into his dark eyes. "How long do you plan to watch this?"
"That depends on you. Didn't you want to learn this? You've been staring at the ceiling for the whole hour, so you haven't been paying attention. Tell me, what have you learned? If I'm satisfied with your answer, then I'll put this to rest for now. However, if I'm not, you have to continue studying the video," he answered with a smile.
Waverly had been staring at the ceiling for the past hour. What the f*ck was she supposed to talk about?
But... the worst part of it all was that she could understand Japanese, and she even knew how to converse in it.
She stood up, patted her body, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She took a look at the TV screen, and her face flushed a deeper red. Noticing that Joseph was staring at her, she turned to him and questioned, "Why don't you watch the TV? Why are you looking at me?"
"I've watched it all. You're far more entertaining," he drawled in a low voice. There was an air of seduction in his eyes.
She frowned. She didn't understand how he could be so... was he just drowning in testosterone? How could he even have watched all of them?
"You... pervert," she mocked irritably.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "These are the skills which a man needs in life. Tell me, which man doesn't watch this? Do you think Bellamy doesn't? Let me assure you that he does, and he's watched as much as I have."
"You think too much. As far as I know, he doesn't enjoy things like this," she corrected him.
"He's just afraid that there's no one there to satisfy his needs once he's done watching. He'd have to do the job himself, and how boring is that? Come on Waverly, he left you alone in that house for 5 years. Why do you still think about a man who did that to you?" Joseph asked in a faint voice.
"Our relationship is far beyond s*x. We share things that hold way more meaning than that," she replied firmly.
His eyes instantly turned cold after listening to her words. "So, you do still think about him! Really, I can't wrap my mind around what the both of you actually shared."
There was no way she would tell him anything. Given his vicious behavior, Joseph would ruin the last few meaningful memories she shared with Bellamy.
"Aren't you supposed to be smart? Why don't you try to figure that out?" She spoke sarcastically.
With a sneer, he grabbed her hand and placed it on his groin.
Stunned by his actions, she withdrew her hand as if she had been shocked by electricity. "Joseph, how can you be so disgusting?"
"If this is disgusting, then which man isn't? Bellamy? I see he hasn't even done this to you." His eyes were slightly delighted. "Well, aren't you as untainted as a piece of paper?"
She brushed her hair back and glanced at her cell phone. "It's almost ten o'clock. I'm going to bed. Please turn off the TV."
"You dare to make requests even with this attitude. Now, I'll give you two choices. Either you use your hand, or I'll just go straight in," he demanded vulgarly.
"What if I don't choose either?" She asked cautiously.
"Naturally I have my ways," he replied calmly.
She didn't want to know what 'his ways' were, but she didn't know what to do, so she hesitated.
"I'll give you to the count of three. If you give me an answer, I'll choose it for you. One."
Her heart trembled, her eyes flickered toward the door.
This was his territory, and there was no way someone would come to save her.
"Two," his eyes locked onto her as he continued to count down.
She knitted her brows. "Be gentler. It still hurts from earlier."
Before this, he was angry, so he was rough with her. There wasn't a word of communication throughout. Thankfully, his anger had dissipated by now. Nodding, he gripped her chin.
......
He took half an hour building up the mood. During that time, Waverly felt all sorts of discomfort. She would rather he get into it straight away and get it over with in ten minutes.
"Are you finished?" She urged. Before he was done, there was no way he'd let her go.
"Hm?" He flipped his body over.
Her entire body tensed as a look of confusion flashed in her eyes. It didn't feel as painful as before, plus it felt different.
He was moving much slower than before. He was much gentler. He wasn't thrusting into her like a brutal monster, but moving sensually as a lover would.
This made her feel even shyer. Clamping her mouth shut, she tried her best not to make a sound.
Suddenly, he squeezed her breasts lightly.
She couldn't resist and let out a gentle moan.
When she heard herself, she felt even more embarrassed. She quickly clamped her mouth shut again.
He kissed her and coaxed her in a soft voice. "You did well. In fact, you'd feel better if you moan. If you don't believe me, why don't you try it?"
She knew better than to trust his words.
"I'm not lying. Otherwise, why would the women in the videos make such noise?" He prompted her again.
She still refused to believe him. Trusting Joseph was like trusting a murderer.
"Fine, accept your punishment then." Seeing how stubborn she was being, he burst out in anger.
......
Waverly gasped. Blood rushed to her face in an instant, making her turn red like a tomato.
She didn't want to admit it, but Joseph was doing a good job. Even though it was vague, she had a rough idea of how pleasure was supposed to feel.
It dawned on her that two people who weren't in love could rely solely on skills to make s*x pleasurable.
Feeling satisfied, he hugged her like a beast that had just finished his meal. Chuckling, he commented, "That was good."
She pursed her lips and didn't speak. Turning around, she refused to even think about what had just happened. With her back facing him, she closed her eyes tightly.
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