Our eyes met.After a long silence, Vincent asked, "Does it still hurt?"I shook my head. "It won't hurt anymore."He seemed to catch the hidden meaning in my words. His brow furrowed, then he stroked my arm gently."Don't worry. I'll get the best doctor for you. You won't have any scars."After saying this, he got up and locked the door, then brought another spoonful of soup to his lips and blew on it.I swung my hand out. The hot soup splashed onto the back of his hand, and his skin immediately turned red.Vincent froze for a moment. The next second, he violently pinned my wrist to the headboard and brought his face close to mine. I could feel his breath on me."Honey, stop this." His voice was husky and seductive.Vincent bit down hard on my lip, his tongue invading my mouth skillfully.I struggled violently, but the more I resisted, the tighter he pressed me down. His kiss grew more aggressive and demanding, as if he wanted to devour me whole.I did not know how long it
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