Reclaiming Her Heart

After Selena hung up, she noticed Raymond standing there, lost in thought. She walked over, puzzled. "What's up?"

Raymond shook his head. "Is she okay?"

Selena nodded. "Yeah, she's fine."

Ann stared out the window at the streetlights whizzing by, feeling a bit awkward as she tried to wrap her clothes tighter around herself.

The car pulled up to her place, a complex Selena had set up for her staff. It had been renovated ages ago, and a bunch of staff had already moved in.

The security was top-notch; the guards at the gate knew every resident by name. So, every time someone wanted to get in, they had to leave their driver's license and call the resident for verification. Ann rolled down the window and smiled at the security guard on duty. "Can you open the gate, please?"

The guard recognized her and opened the big iron gate.

When they got to Ann's place, she glanced at Brody, who had followed her in for some reason. She nervously punched in the password, and once inside, Brody headed straight for the couch and plopped down. "Go take a shower," he said coldly, not even bothering to look around.

Every corner of the room was spotless, and all the decorations were handpicked by Ann. Many were rare finds from second-hand markets, arranged with care to make the place cozy and beautiful.

But Brody didn't care; he just loosened his tie, leaned back, and showed zero interest in anything else.

Ann lowered her head and went to shower. When she came out, wrapped in a towel, he was still there.

He had no patience for foreplay or even kissing. He'd just grab her, leaving marks on her body in a rough manner.

Ann felt like she was suffocating several times but didn't dare say anything. After all, she had sought him out in the first place.

Brody's gaze swept around the room before he lifted his chin, signaling her to go to the windowsill. "Bend over."

This position made Ann feel humiliated, but it was his usual way; there was no tenderness, just a release of sexual desire. Ann walked over, turned her back to him, and slowly bent over. Brody began to unbuckle his belt.

A few minutes later, Ann was in so much pain she gripped the window ledge tightly.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Brody sneered. "You used to throw up before, but now you're used to it."

Ann, due to some bad experiences in the past, was afraid to do such things with men, which made her feel nauseous. Previously, Brody had tried several times to sleep with her, but as soon as he started undressing, she would throw up terribly.

Last time, she had built up her mental strength for a long time before thinking of that despicable way.

Afterwards, she threw up many times. During the second and third times they had sex, she also secretly threw up, and he found it amusing.

He hadn't gotten tired of her, quite appreciating her expression of discomfort mixed with indulgence.

"Slut," he cursed, becoming more forceful, his hands gripping her waist firmly, not letting her escape.

Ann's face turned pale from the pain, and she didn't dare make a sound because he didn't like to hear it.

He also wouldn't make any sound, except for occasionally mocking her; it was just silent sex.

Tonight, Ann had been frightened by the kidnappers, and her psychological defenses were not as strong as usual. Tears started to fall in large drops. Brody knew she was crying, and his tone became even colder.

"Tears work in front of someone who likes you. But they just kill my mood."

She quickly covered her mouth, biting her lips until they bled. "Sorry."

He leaned down, catching her scent, but didn't say anything more harsh.

It wasn't until seven o'clock that she couldn't take it anymore and pushed him. "I have to go to work."

Brody let out a heavy breath, finished, and then started to dress neatly.

Ann didn't dare look back at him until she heard the door close. Only then did she collapse to her knees.