A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Crap. Kate’s first reaction was to run away, but she didn’t move. A small voice said around her ears, “You cannot retreat. You have to confront it.” So she tried to compose herself and said, “It is my notebook. What are you doing with it?”

Tristan leaned back in the chair and raised his eyebrows, “Well, I saw the notes were all about me. Didn’t know you care so much.”

He was a little proud when he read it out loud and turned each page lazily, “Day 1, kick away the blanket & grinding teeth in sleeping; day two comb hair in living room…” and he turned a few pages and said, “Day 15, peanut butter on toast…”

After he finished, he raised his head and looked at her with ridicule, “I don’t understand these. Could you explain it to me?”

Kate’s mind was racing fast to find an answer. She bit the bullet and said, “Recording, just recording.”

“What does that check mean?”

“Uh, that is to say, this is the bad habit, and I have to remove it.”

Tristan laughed and turned gentle, “For me?”

Kate bit her lips and nodded reluctantly.

Tristan showed some satisfaction and stood up slowly, with the notebook still in his hand. He walked close to Kate and pointed to one page, “Day 30, a little red flag. What does that mean?”

He drawled on languidly as if he was really puzzled or he had already known everything. Kate felt a creeping feeling on her scalp. She grabbed the notebook from him and mumbled, “It is a little flag. Can’t I draw anything I want?”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“Sure you can. But that is all?” Tristan wrapped his arm around her and showed extreme intimacy.

“Uh-huh.”

“OK, let’s go to sleep.” Tristan finally let it go and carried Kate by her limbs to the bedroom.

It was uncomfortable to be carried, but Kate felt relieved that her lie had worked. Her breath had not yet come back to normal when she heard Tristan stop and ask suddenly, “Who gave you the idea?”

Kate’s heart missed a beat, and she played possum, “What do you mean?”

“Look at me,” Tristan ordered.

She looked up reluctantly into his eyes, and he said, “You fooled me?”

The gentleness and smile were nowhere to find.

Kate’s heart began to bounce wildly again, and he asked again, “The sergeant gave you that idea?”

She didn’t expect him to guess Jimmy, and it also reminded her of meeting with him in the morning. The man felt her body stiffen and frowned, “It is really him?”

“No.” Kate denied hurriedly after drawing back her thoughts.

“Then who is it?”

“Nobody.” She insisted.

Tristan sneered, “You think I am a fool?”

Kate felt danger and struggled to get back on her feet, but Tristan held her tighter and said, “It will not be over if you don’t say clearly.”

He got to the bed and sat down. He turned Kate around in his arms and put her on his leg with her back up. He pressed her elbow on her back and controlled her.

Kate was like a fish being thrown to the land. She struggled in vain. She was both angry and terrified.

She retorted, “I didn’t fool you. It is you who always treat me like a fool. Can’t I have my own thoughts?”

Tristan snorted, “You are not a fool, and you can have your own thoughts, but this kind of thought is not what you are allowed. I have limited patience. If you don’t confess, I will take action.”

He grabbed a magazine from the nightstand and rolled it up, “Last chance, will you say it?”

The words sounded familiar to Kate. She heard a bang, and her butt hurt like being burnt. She frowned but kept silent.

“Not enough?”

One more, and the sound echoed through the room.

Kate gave out a cry but insisted, “Nobody. Nobody.”

She was as stubborn as the first time he saw her. Tristan ground his teeth and said, “You will have to change your bad habit today.”

At the fifth bang, Kate still kept silent. Tristan thought she was really tough, and he could not bear to continue.

He tossed away the magazine and pulled down her pants. The tender skin was reddened and shocking. Looking closely, it was like a ripe peach with abundant juice. He felt his throat tighten and a hot current run down his belly.

While Tristan was in a trance, Kate took a chance, climbing up on her feet and pulling on her pants. Turning back, she gave him a kick on the shin and said angrily, “Morbid.”

Tristan had flames in his eyes. He was quick, grabbing her and throwing her back on the bed. Kate lost balance and fell on her back. Tristan bent up and supported himself with his arm, still controlling her in his arms.

Tristan’s eyes fixed on her, and he was swallowing mouth water. He said in a low voice, “Morbid. Since you said that all the time, I need to be morbid with you.”

And he bent down and bit her on the neck.

Kate felt hurt. She kicked and beat at him, but he easily controlled her. He bit her to his satisfaction and scrutinized the visible teeth marks with delight. He said, “The movie you watched just now. They took two decades to plan the escape. Did you want to escape from here in 30 days? You think that you are too smart or that I am an idiot?”

“Let me give you a lesson from the beginning.”

Then he continued his motion, picking the places with the least meat: her rib, the inside of her arms, her belly; he bit all the way down.

When he pulled down her pants again, his palm squeezed her butt and kneaded it, seeming to crush it. His slender fingers touched the front groove unintentionally and finally explored into it and tried to spread it. He was satisfied to hear her suppressed moaning.

Kate bit his lips to endure the humiliation and heard him say, “How many condoms did you buy?”

She said honestly, “One box of each size.” He sneered and blew his breath to her ear, “That won’t be enough.”