Chapter 7

Rosalie blushed with shame, not daring to provoke Victor anymore.

Her jacket was taken off, revealing the black bra inside, tightly wrapping her soft and plump breast.

Victor's eyes lit up, and his mouth held a smile: "Didn't you change your innerwear to please me? Humm, little woman, it seems you've gotten my taste better."

Rosalie then remembered what he said that day before he left.

"...when coming, remember to change your childish underwear into a nicer set. Sexier."

The warm, strong palm caressed every inch of her skin, and with a gentle tug, the corset's suspenders came off, and her breasts were exposed to him.

This shameless man!

Didn't he say he wouldn't do anything to her as long as she behaved?

Rosalie's palms were covered in a cold sweat.

Victor stared at her blushing face, his hot kisses fell on her forehead and neck, and a current of numbness swept through, paralyzing her body.

Rosalie gave an unconscious "ahhh".

Seemingly satisfied with her reaction, Victor brutally clasped her face, pried open her teeth with his tongue, and dug in, sucking her soft and sweet lips and tongue.

Victor found that Rosalie could very easy to arouse his inside desire.

Back in the day, Rosalie, the proud and elegant rich princess regarded him as a wild weed and never gave him a second glance.

In Rosalie's memory, she wouldn't even remember anything about him. No impression at all!

But at that time, Victor was aware of the distinction between the rich and the poor, as well as between hell and heaven, though!

The hatred, churning.

Leaving her lips, Victor loosened her a little bit. Rosalie was gasping for breath from Victor's kiss, her lips already red and swollen.

The kiss obviously had dizzied her. She looked at him with a lax gaze.

"Little woman, Your reaction would have me believe that you enjoy being raped by men, do you?" Victor snickered, and with one hand, he threw Rosalie on the bed and turned her to her back.

Rosalie slumped on the bed, realizing what was about to happen, instantly cried out, "No! No way! You let go of me!"

But Victor violently flexed her legs and entered her deeply!

"I love your tightness."

Victor smiled with satisfaction as he sounded off.

Tears of shame snapped down Rosalie's face as she bit her lip and refused to hum any sound.

Her bound wrists already red and swollen from the strangulation.

One day, she will make this man pay in blood! Rosalie told herself.

Victors movements were getting stronger and faster.

The pain that swept through her body made Rosalie's body tremble and her eyesight gradually drifted away.

She fainted under the dominance of Victor's body.

‘The body of a rich girl was so weak!’ Victor cursed.

Victor also no longer interested in continuing, got up and out of her body. Followed by the tone of thin cold he commanded to the maid outside, "Sorley, take her out to a bath!"

After ordering, he got up and went to the bathroom in the master’s room.

He had a cruel smile at the corners of his mouth. This proud princess he wanted to destroy her completely.

He enjoyed the pleasure!

When he out the bathroom again, Rosalie had been cleaned by the maids, changed into a bathrobe, and sent back to bed.

Her beautiful long hair was on the beige pillows, and the little and delicate face was innocent and unmatched. While the sleep, her brow was slightly wrinkled, indicating that her sleep was not in a solid state.

Victor sat back on the bed, and picked up her jacket on the ground.

A coin fell out of the outer pocket.

He reached out and picked it up, tossed his thumb upward, and it arced in mid-air before falling back into his palm.

Memories of that year came to mind.

*Flash back*

That year, he joined a very trashy high school, were he ended up always fighting, skipping class, and generally being a lousy student in the opinion of the teachers.

And next to it was the most expensive school, for riches and nobles.

One day, Victor skipped out from that boring math class again and he scaled the wall to enter the noble private school.

When he wandering in the camps, he noticed there were a group of young boys surrounded a delicately dressed girl who's about her fourteenth something.

"Rosalie, your new dress appears to be gorgeous at first sight! My sister wants to ask which brand is it? And she’s going to have one."

"It looks so pretty on you!"

"Rosalie, I saw you in the car of the Archibalds’s yesterday. Your family also has business with them?"...

The little young girl with a well-made white dress didn't reply. There was a faint smile on her mouth, behaving like a real quiet and elegant princess.

Only Victor noticed that, although Rosalie looked kind, there were pride as well as indifference in her pair of beautiful big eyes.

She didn't care about these little boys.

Like a proud canary, she will always hold her head high and maintain a high posture.

One boy of them proposed, "Rosalie, I have a many coins. Let's go to the the wishing pool! see who can hit the sculpture!"

The little girl's eyes fell on him, then grabbed two coins from his hands, and threw them at Victor’s feet who was quietly watching them at the tree, "Boring game. If you think the money is too heavy in your pocket, then use it to help the poor."

Her tone sounded both arrogant and righteous.

Apparently, Victor was the ‘poor’ who didn't even had a decent pair of shoes.