Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 437

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His words dripped with venom, testament to his deep-seated hatred.

Jarrod's hand slowly balled into a fist, his gaze going from tense to inscrutable. «Kill me?

He suddenly burst out laughing, lifting Nicole's chin. "Dying at your hands doesn't seem so bad."

Despite his gentlemanly appearance, the cruelty of his speech revealed the savagery beneath his skin.

His hand moved from Nicole's jaw to her neck, and his fingers hovered over her skin teasingly.

Despite herself, Nicole heard a small moan escape his mouth. At that moment, even the lightest of caresses made her feel as if her entire body had turned into water.

Jarrod's lips curved into a mocking smile. His firm fingers continued down her neck, tracing the outline of her collarbone. "Are you going to take off your clothes or should I do it for you?"

When Nicole heard his shameless words, her eyes burned with fury. His clenched hand trembled slightly, highlighting the stark contrast in strength between men and women, especially now that he felt weak and helpless.

Jarrod's deep gaze was full of aggression. It was a look Nicole knew all too well. It was a familiar nightmare that haunted his dreams. It was clear that he wanted her.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Taking Nicole's silence as consent, Jarrod let his fingers trail down to her shirt, and began undoing the buttons.

Wearing wet clothes for a long time could cause you to catch a cold, something Nicole knew perfectly well. But thinking about what would happen if she stripped naked now was unimaginable…

Biting her lip until the taste of blood spurred her to action, Nicole suddenly reached out to grab it, a desperate measure in the confined space of the car.

However, his agility was no match for the sober Jarrod.

Jarrod grabbed her hand firmly, his eyes darkening for a moment before he let out a cold laugh. “What are you trying to do?”

Nicole continued to struggle, but it was useless.

With his strong grip, Jarrod guided his hand down between her legs.

“Nicole…” Pressing his forehead against hers, Jarrod looked her in the eyes, while directing his hand without pause.

When he spoke, his voice was low and strained, and his breathing was heavy on her face. "I didn't want to do this, but since you insist, I'll please you..."

Unable to contain her anger, Nicole screamed, "Jarrod, I hate you!"

It was like a dam ready to burst at any moment. With his hand still moving under his control, he cursed, “You are not human.

"You are a beast."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Jarrod said nonchalantly, his lips curling into a mocking smile. «After all, being human comes with too many limitations. "I prefer to live freely like a beast."

The two engaged in a silent struggle inside the cramped car.

Nicole's hair was matted with sweat on her forehead and her eyes were bloodshot. His hand continued to move between his legs, numb and mechanical under Jarrod's relentless guidance.

Then, without warning, Jarrod leaned toward her. His handsome face twisted madly as he parted his lips and let his teeth latch fiercely on her soft neck.

That seemed to be the trigger that finally made Nicole explode. Under the effects of the chemical agent, he shivered uncontrollably.

After a moment, when he finally stopped shaking, he heard Jarrod's hoarse voice next to his ear. “Did you really cum that fast?”

He lifted her chin with his free hand and, with a meaningful look at her, added, "See, you still have feelings for me."

The sensation of Jarrod biting her lingered on Nicole's neck, and her hand was wet and sticky, making her shudder in disgust.

Staring defiantly at Jarrod, he hissed, "You know damn well what's wrong with me!"

Although she was under the influence of the chemical agent, she could not accept the fact that a simple bite on the neck would arouse her. Especially when it was from Jarrod, the demon he hated with all his guts.

Overcome with grief, Nicole reached out and slapped him hard.

Jarrod didn't dodge, but instead took the slap head-on. When he turned to her, half his face was red. Looking at the hickeys on his neck, he exhaled as if in relief. «It has been good for me. Are you done? “Do you want to sleep with me?” he asked her shamelessly.

Nicole headbutted him with all her might.

As he stepped back, his vision blurred. The last thing he saw before passing out was the blood dripping from his nose onto his white shirt, making him look more like the demon he was.

With the last of her strength, Nicole warned, "Jarrod, if you dare touch me, I will castrate you."

In the hospital room.

After being injected with detoxifying agents, Nicole had gradually regained her lucidity.

Two police officers arrived to take his statement. Afterwards, they gave him a copy of the injury report that the doctor had filled out. The report said: "Residues in stomach left by hallucinogens..."

Nicole's eyes scanned the document until she saw the words "Undamaged body." All the tension in his body finally began to dissipate.

Aside from the lingering effects of the chemical agent, his body had not suffered much, but he had not yet regained his full strength, so he had to remain in the hospital for observation for the next twenty-four hours.

When the officers left, Nicole struggled out of bed and went to the bathroom.

The pale, haggard face she saw in the mirror frightened her. Her eyes drifted to his neck, where the purplish-red hickey seemed to stare at her.

Nicole turned on the hot water and placed a towel underneath it, before aggressively wiping her neck with the wet towel.

But their efforts were in vain. With each rub, his neck became redder and redder.

Staring at the indelible hickey, Nicole was frustrated to the point of tears. The wound was like an external reflection of the countless emotions he felt inside.

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