Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 198 - - I’m going to kill you

After they arrived home, Monica immediately started taking off her clothes—her coat, handbag, high heels, and scarf flying everywhere. As Jim closed the door and turned around, a sharp heel was already heading straight for his face. Luckily, he was quick enough to dodge by tilting his head.

Before long, Monica was down to just a strapless evening gown. She wasn't shy about it; after all, every time she got drunk and he brought her home, she'd act like this, and he didn't react anymore. Lazy.

The dazzling colors, the swaying figure, she was absolutely captivating in the night's darkness. She turned back with hazy eyes and said to Jim, who was standing by the door:

"JC, I'm sorry to trouble you again. It's getting late, you should go rest soon!"

With that, she staggered toward the bathroom. But before she could reach the bathroom door, her body was suddenly forcefully thrown against the wall. The impact snapped her out of her drunken stupor. As she regained her senses, she realized that the person holding her was Jim. She couldn't help but angrily shout:

"Hey, JC, what the hell are you doing? You scared me to death!"

But Jim didn't argue with her like he usually did. Instead, he stared at her with an unusually serious expression and said each word slowly:

"Monica, I love you!"

Tonight, someone had carelessly mentioned that old man, saying his wife was dying of cancer and didn't have long to live. She heard it, but even though she didn't show it, she kept laughing like a madwoman. Later, though, she drank even more, and Jim could tell—without her saying a word—that she was still bothered by it.

He had been waiting for her, hoping she would move on from that heartbreak. But he realized that, four years later, just a piece of news about that old man could still shake her up. It seemed that if he didn't make a move, nothing would ever change.

He didn't even know when exactly he had fallen for this proud, arrogant woman. Maybe it was before she got involved with that old man, or maybe it was even earlier. All he knew now was that he wasn't going to let her go.

"Pfft—"

Monica couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Are you kidding, JC? A rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its nest. Do you not understand that logic?"

As she spoke, she teasingly poked his chest with a finger painted in a soft shade of pink. Hmm, his chest was actually quite solid, didn't expect that.

Jim was infuriated by her careless attitude. He grabbed both her hands and slammed them harshly against her head, then leaned in close to her bright red lips, his handsome face just inches away.

"I, Jim, am going to have my way with you, the grass near my nest. What are you going to do about it?"

His face was so close to hers that his hot breath, coming from his lips, blew against her cheek and neck, and Monica's drunkenness faded slightly.

Looking into his eyes, which were filled with determination—and... a touch of fierceness—she began to feel a sense of fear. A cold shiver crawled up her spine, and even her words were trembling as she stammered:

"Y-y-y-you..."

She swallowed hard, managing to suppress the tremble in her body, then tried to act calm as she spoke clearly:

"You must be drunk! Um, you... you should let go of me first. We can talk about this—mmpf—"

Before she could finish her trembling words, his fiery lips descended forcefully onto her parted red ones, capturing her soft lips and nibbling gently. She was so startled that her eyes widened, and all the drunkenness in her body vanished in an instant.

Seizing the opportunity while she was in a daze, his tongue swiftly slipped into her slightly parted mouth, finding her small, delicate tongue and entangling with it in a suggestive dance. He domineeringly swept through her mouth, tasting all the sweetness there, and an inexplicable heat rose inside her.

Realizing her own response, she felt a mix of anger and shame, nearly fainting. Her beautiful face began to flush with rage. This damn Jim, how dare he—how dare he kiss her! She wanted to kill him!

But her hands were tightly held above her head, her mouth blocked, leaving her with no chance to fight back. In desperation, she tried to kick him, but despite her own martial arts skills, this man was a master among masters. Within moments, her legs were trapped as well.

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In the end, she was breathlessly pressed against the wall, allowing him to have his way, though her large eyes glared at his face in defiance, spitting fire. She cried out in broken tones amid his continuous kisses:

"Jim, I... I'm going to... kill... you!"

But now she realized that, despite how often she'd punched and kicked him without consequence, he never retaliated. It was clear now that this man could take her life with just a finger.

Jim, as if ignoring the sparks of fury in her eyes and the threats in her words, closed his eyes and continued to savor her sweetness. He had been waiting for this day for so long.

One of his hands held her wrists firmly, while the other trailed down to her slender waist, pulling her closer into his embrace. Her bustier top left her upper body exposed, and her sensual shoulders were now fully visible in his line of sight, causing his desire to intensify.

At that moment, the softness of her chest pressed tightly against him. Through the delicate fabric of her clothing, he could feel her curves. His kisses grew more fervent, and his heart longed for more. In his impatience, he swiftly pulled down her bra and strapless underwear.

Before him, her snow-white, firm breasts were now completely exposed, no longer hidden. The sight stirred him, and a surge of heat coursed through his body. He had always known she had a stunning figure, but now, finally, he could see the very image he'd envisioned countless times, and he was captivated by her beauty, momentarily losing himself in the sight.

"Ah..." Monica's lips, freed from his kiss, parted in a loud cry, her face flushed.

"Jim, you..." She gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. "How dare you...!"

Her protest was cut short as he leaned down, kissing her again. He couldn't resist the temptation to press his lips to one of her breasts, his large hand cupping the other, caressing it with a hunger that betrayed his restraint.

Monica trembled with anger, her body shaking. She looked down at him, fury rising in her chest, wanting to tear him apart.

"Jim, get off me! Get off me! Get off me!" she shouted, her voice desperate, as she struggled against him. "I'll give you three seconds—if you let go of me now, I'll pretend nothing happened tonight!"

Finally, he lifted his head, a flash of surprise crossing her face. But the next moment, his words struck her hard. He straightened up, smirking, and leaned closer to her ear, whispering nonchalantly, "I don't want you to pretend it didn't happen."

"You—"

She glared at him, flustered and at a loss for words.

She wasn't an inexperienced woman, but the desire blazing in his eyes made her feel a sense of despair. Her intuition told her that tonight, she was bound to be devoured by the man she usually stepped on.

Seeing that she still had the presence of mind to zone out, Jim directly scooped her up by the waist and strode toward the bedroom. Monica desperately tried to salvage something, curling up in his arms, squeezing out a few tears, and pitifully said,

"Jim, I know I've been unfair to you in the past. I won't bully you anymore. Please let me go, okay?"

Before she could say more, her body sank as he pressed her into the large bed. Jim smiled with pleasure as he nibbled on her earlobe,

"Have I ever told you that I actually like being bullied by you? Because whatever you do to me, I'll get it back tenfold in bed!"

Monica almost exploded with anger from his teasing words. She reached out and pinched him hard, pouring all her strength into it, wishing she could strangle him. Jim, irritated by her pinch, ripped off his tie and bound her hands together. Monica lost control once again,

"Jim, you pervert! Just wait! I won't spare you—"

Jim, unbuttoning his shirt, furrowed his brow and coldly threatened her,

"Girl, do you want me to seal your mouth as well?"

Monica was silent for a moment, her wide eyes still filled with anger. Then she spoke, her voice tight with fury.

"Jim, if you dare touch me tonight, you're dead!"

Jim, undeterred, removed the last layer of his clothing and bulldozed forward, gently kissing her lips. This bad-tempered woman had resisted all the way to this point, refusing to give in. He couldn't wait to see how he would make her beg for mercy.

He lowered his head, kissing her passionately, his lips traveling from her eyebrows to her neck, then to her breasts. She bit down on her lips, trying desperately to keep quiet. His hot tongue traced its way down to her flat belly and continued lower, sliding toward the mysterious area between her thighs.

When Monica realized what he was about to do, she couldn't help but tremble. Desperately, she shook her head, begging for mercy. But her hands were tied, and she couldn't stop him. All she could do was plead.

"Jim, no!"