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Nancy turned in his arms so that they were facing each other, and she pounded on his chest with her fists. She could tell that she was not hurting him, and she quickly gave up.

“Do you think you can hurt me?” Paul smirked. “You are a weak woman,” he said, and then he ran his hands through her hair, ruining the up-do that had taken two hours to set straight. He had wanted to make her look like a ragamuffin, but her disheveled appearance had the opposite effect. It made her look like an innocent, simple princess.

Paul’s breathing became disordered, and he began to pants. He had not intended to take possession of her today. He had only wanted to embarrass her. At this moment, though, she looked pure and attractive, and her appearance made his heart beat fast. Without even thinking about what he was doing, he started to tear open her wedding dress.

“What are you doing?” shrieked Nancy. “Stop! Help!” She tried to resist him, but she was powerless against him. “Somebody, please help me!” she wailed. The wedding dress had been customized especially for her, and she didn’t think that it could be repaired on short notice.

Soon, there was beautiful lace scattered on the ground. “You’re really too much…” Nancy whined.

“Too much?” Paul raised his eyebrows and said, “If you dare to show up at the wedding, you will see what too much is.”

“Why?” Nancy was sobbing by now. “Why are you doing this to me?!?!”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“A slut is not qualified to marry anyone,” Paul answered ruthlessly. “Especially you, Nancy Carter.”

“But I’m not a slut!” Nancy argued. “Michelle is the slut!”

Paul’s pupils dilated. “What did you say?” he shouted.

“You’ve already had her,” Nancy replied. She was desperate. “Why do you keep pestering me? You bastard!” Not knowing what else to do, she opened her mouth and bit his arm. She clenched her teeth as tightly as she could, but even as her mouth filled with his blood, he seemed unfazed, at least as far as the pain went. To her horror, it affected him in another way.

Suddenly, Nancy felt Paul’s manh**d pressed against her. He was as hard as a rock. Before she knew what was happening, he had pressed his lips against hers. He forced her mouth open with his tongue, and then he penetrated her mouth with it.

Nancy wanted to spit his tongue out of her mouth, but he was holding her head, and there was no escape. After a while, kissing was the least of her problems.

As Paul kissed Nancy, he began to caress her private parts. As he massaged her genitals with one hand, he tore off her bra with the other. Before he could go any further, though, she slapped him across the face.

Paul’s pupils shrank. He could not believe that she had hit him. “You bitch!” he hissed. For a second, he just stared at her. Then he grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head backward. He looked her in the eyes and shouted, “Woman! Do you see who I am?!?!”

“I know who you are!” she cried in disgust. “You’re nothing, and you’re definitely not my husband. You have no right to touch me, let alone kiss me with your dirty mouth!”

She picked up a bottle of perfume from the table, unscrewed the lid, and poured a mouthful into her mouth. She rinsed her mouth with the perfume and then spit it out.

Almost immediately, Nancy regretted what she had done. She felt nauseous, and she was quite sure that she was going to be sick. Her face turned green, and when Paul saw that, he chuckled. “It looks like the cure was worse than the cause of your concerns,” he said. There was a smug expression on his face.

“Go away!” Nancy whined. “I don’t want to see you!” As she spoke, she threw the empty perfume bottle at him. Paul dodged it easily.

“Who is dirtier?” Paul asked as he unzipped his trousers. “You or me?”

“You! Always, you!” Nancy’s eyes opened wide, and she backed away from him. “Don’t come over here,” she said. “I am begging you.” She did not think her nerves could stand much more of this, and she was afraid that she was already going mad.

Paul had his manh**d in his hands, and it was jutting out of his trousers. “Why are you acting like you’re frightened?” he asked. “You’ve seen this big boy before. It’s like you’re some polished virgin. I still remember that time you dr*gged me and took advantage of me!”

“It wasn’t like that, and you know it!” Nancy shook her head and said, “I was only doing what the doctors told me to do…”

Paul’s eyebrows furrowed. “That bullshit,” he said, “And we both know it. Ever since that day, I’ve been able to see through all of your schemes.”

Nancy’s face turned red. “It was not like that,” she argued. “You often drank alcohol. Your health was poor, and the medicine was for your kidneys…”

Paul seemed intent on not taking Nancy’s explanations seriously. The problem was that, at the time, she had been too naïve, and she had not fully understood the doctor’s instructions.

Nancy had put all of Paul’s pills in the same place, and after several days, he had begun to feel strange, until finally, he went into a psychotic rage. During this episode, he had humiliated her. He had called her a scheming slut, a prostitute, a bitch, and many other foul names. Then he forced her to take all his pills and gave her a stick to pleasure herself with.

To stay calm, Nancy had spent the night having an ice-cold shower. The next day she had a fever. She fell into a coma, and it took her three days to recover.

When Nancy thought about the past, she felt stupid. After taking the pills, Paul had chosen to release his sexual urge by fucking prostitutes instead of making love with her. He is a real pervert! – she thought angrily – And I hate him!

“It was never like that,” she replied. Tears were running down her face. “And you damn well know it! But thanks for reminding me of these past pains.”

“Pain?” Paul scoffed. He grabbed her hands and said, “You deserved everything you got, and then some! To make it up to me, how about fulfilling the promise you made to me two years ago? It will be my wedding gift to you. What do you say?”