Chapter 293 Margaret, Don't Make Me Angry
Margaret dodged frantically, trying to escape his kiss.
She kept cursing, saying Raymond was a murderer, cursing him to die young, and that he would be punished.
Margaret thought this would make Raymond let go of her and lose interest in kissing her.
But her actions only made Raymond even angrier.
Raymond finally managed to catch her bloodless lips.
Margaret instantly thought of him being kissed by Sarah. His lips must still have Sarah's taste!
Margaret's tears of humiliation fell uncontrollably as she resisted, but she couldn't shake off his kiss.
Why was he torturing her like this, disgusting her like this? She was already suffering enough, still not over the pain of her parents' death!
Raymond, of course, knew she was crying. He had drunk a bit, and his reason had long been lost because of her.
Why was she crying just because he kissed her? Weren't couples supposed to make love?
Anger, unwillingness, and despair intertwined in Raymond's heart. She didn't want him to touch her, but today he would touch her.
Margaret refused to open her mouth.
Raymond bit her lower lip with his teeth, and the taste of iron instantly filled both their mouths.
Margaret's tears fell from the pain, her body trembling.
She endured it, clenching her teeth.
She couldn't be so low, treated like this by him.
Raymond was about to go crazy with anger. Did she hate him that much? Was it because of Daniel or today's Joseph?
While biting her lip, Raymond's big hand suddenly tore at her down jacket zipper, which instantly broke and fell to the ground.
Raymond crossed her hands, pressing them behind her, pinning her against the door.
Margaret's arms went numb and hurt, losing feeling.
She felt a warm, broad hand exploring her waist, moving downward.
Through the thin underwear, he touched her.
His body pressed against hers with no gap.
Feeling the fabric of his suit pants, Margaret realized his change.
When she understood what he wanted to do, Margaret panicked and tried to stop him. She didn't want him to touch her!
Raymond took the opportunity to enter her mouth, and she realized she had been tricked!
Margaret resisted, struggling, trying to push him away, but it was useless.
Suddenly, she felt something unusual in her body. He had used his hand to enter.
He teased her; before, when she made mistakes, he would punish her like this. She was easy to tease; with a little effort, she would melt into a puddle, letting him do as he pleased.
Whether Raymond knew her desires too well or she hadn't completely given up on him, Margaret gradually stopped resisting.
Like a kitten with its bones removed, she obediently stood there, pinned against the door.
Raymond's kiss gradually became gentle. He cupped Margaret's cheeks, kissing her bit by bit.
"Margaret, don't make me so angry. If you make me die of anger, you won't have a husband anymore." Raymond let go of her lips, cupping her cheeks, his nose touching hers.
His tone was almost pleading. The corners of his eyes were red.
He looked like a child who hadn't received love, who hadn't gotten the candy he wanted, feeling wronged.
Margaret saw the grievance in his eyes and was stunned.
She suddenly thought of the past, not long after they started dating.
Back then, they were still in college.
Raymond was busy with studying in the library.
Unlike her, who only knew how to skip classes.
She wanted Raymond to go see a newly released movie with her. Raymond had agreed but then changed his mind at the last minute.
Margaret, in anger, agreed to go to the movie with another suitor.
She even took pictures of the two movie tickets, the soda, the popcorn, and the couple's seats, posting them on Facebook.
Raymond still ignored her, maintaining his cool persona.
Margaret didn't contact him either, eating with the suitor every day, deliberately letting Raymond see them in the cafeteria. She even fed the suitor in front of Raymond.
Raymond still didn't react.
Margaret began to doubt her charm, thinking Raymond didn't care about her at all. She returned to the girls' dormitory dejectedly, only to be pinned against the door by Raymond as soon as she entered, just like now, pinned against the door.
He grabbed her slender waist, kissing her domineeringly.
He kissed her until she was about to suffocate, then had sex with her many times, even symbolically spanking her a few times.
"Margaret, I had a class at the last minute, so I couldn't go to the movie. It wasn't on purpose. If you dare to eat with another man or watch a movie with him again..." Raymond warned.
"What will happen?" Margaret blinked playfully.
Raymond pinched her face, saying coldly, "I will make sure you can't get out of bed for two months!"
"Are you that capable? I didn't know you were so capable," Margaret challenged.
Raymond, in anger, pressed her down until she begged for mercy and admitted her mistake before he let her go.
"Margaret, don't make me so angry. If you make me die of anger, you won't have a husband anymore." This was what Raymond said to her while holding her.
Since then, Margaret had been very obedient and well-behaved.
No matter how many unpleasant things happened between them, she would wait until Raymond calmed down before carefully coaxing him.
She had been obedient for so many years.
Margaret was lost in thought.
She was carried to the bed by Raymond.
Her clothes had already been completely removed; she didn't even know when they were taken off.
Raymond's fine, cool kisses, with a pleasant tobacco scent, fell on her brows, nose, cheeks, and sexy collarbone.
At this moment, Margaret had long forgotten the hatred and her parents' death.
She had been completely bewitched by Raymond.
Their fingers interlocked, and the room was filled with intimate and romantic.
The room was dark, with only the bright moonlight shining in.
Raymond felt that Margaret was particularly obedient and well-behaved now; this was their long-lost harmonious interaction.
He even thought it was a dream.
So, to keep the dream from shattering, he didn't dare to turn on the light.
He was afraid that if he turned on the light, Margaret would wake up and start fighting with him again.
Margaret looked up at Raymond above her, who was supporting his body, afraid of crushing her.
Raymond's features were handsome, his eyes gentle, a gentleness she had never seen before. It turned out his gentleness could be given to her, not just to Sarah.
Her fingers, like a paintbrush, traced his sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, high nose bridge, and perfectly lined thin lips.
His sexy Adam's apple; when she touched it, it moved.
His eight-pack abs, broad shoulders, narrow waist, a perfect golden ratio body.
Raymond looked at Margaret beneath him, her long hair spread on the pillow, moonlight casting on her profile, like a thorny rose, lonely and proudly blooming, waiting for him to pick.
"Margaret." Raymond gazed at Margaret affectionately, his rough fingertips gently caressing her delicate cheeks, then softly, lightly leaving his mark.
'Margaret, I love you.' Raymond only said the first half of what he wanted to say.
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