Chapter 307:
Twenty minutes passed.
Thirty-five minutes passed, and still, Ray showed no signs of stopping.
Rosa’s mouth hung open as she struggled to breathe through her mouth, her nose completely blocked from crying excessively. Fifty minutes dragged on, yet Ray continued thrusting relentlessly, with no indication that he was close to finishing.
He flipped her over effortlessly, as though she were weightless, arching her back so her ass was positioned in his face. He dipped his fingers into her opening, causing Rosa to bite her lips hard in an attempt to stifle her cries. But it wasn’t enough. Tears streamed down her cheekbones, splashing onto the bedsheets. Before she could recover, Ray adjusted her waist and plunged his cock back into her, thrusting in and out like a savage beast.
“Fuck!” Rosa groaned in agony, her voice breaking as muffled curses escaped her lips. Her hands clenched the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Rosa felt as though she were in hell, her body on the verge of breaking in two. Yet, the thrusts didn’t stop. Gradually, her strength waned, and her body grew numb from the overwhelming pain. All she wanted was for it to end, but it seemed like Ray had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
Suddenly, the thrusts ceased.
A wave of relief washed over Rosa, her body collapsing onto the bed like a house of cards. Just as she thought it was over, Ray grabbed her and shook her back to consciousness.
“Get on your knees and finish me off!” he demanded, his voice a low growl. “I need to cum.”
Exhausted from the grueling ordeal, Rosa complied. Eventually, both she and Ray fell into a deep slumber.
Ray’s loud snores filled the room, keeping Rosa awake. Her head throbbed, and anger simmered within her. She turned to the other side, clutching a pillow over her ears, but it did little to block out the noise.
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Frustration consumed her, and for a moment, she felt an overwhelming urge to slap him across the face. But then, something caught her eye.
All the pain Rosa had been feeling seemed to vanish as her gaze landed on Ray’s watch and phone, lying just above his head.
The evidence he had against her.
The evidence that could ruin her life and destroy her plans in an instant.
Judging by his exhaustion, he shouldn’t wake until dusk. Driven by anxiety, Rosa’s heart pounded fiercely against her ribs, her hands trembling as fear and determination warred within her.
“Take it, Rosa. Wipe away his evidence and reclaim your dignity!” her subconscious urged.
But fear gripped her the moment he mumbled something in his sleep and shifted slightly. In a flash, she pulled her hands back, watching him closely, waiting to see if he would stir.
The last thing she wanted was to be caught. The consequences would be unbearable.
“Don’t be a coward, Rosa! You can’t be his whore forever,” her subconscious scolded again.
Slowly, she raised her hand over his face, waving it several times to test if he was truly asleep. Satisfied that he was in a deep slumber—his eyelids didn’t even flicker—she glanced at his gadgets and let out a tense sigh.
She knew she had to take the risk.
This was her chance to be free. No longer would she be trapped under Ray’s control. Cheers to long-awaited freedom!
