Chapter 1087 Pei Ziheng Loses Control

She cried so hard that she heard him ask: "Did he hurt you?"

She was still crying, her mind was fuzzy, and she didn't know how to reply. His body was pulled away by him, and he forced her to face him, holding his hands tightly on her shoulders: "He's hurt, you're not."

His sinister look startled her.

She was stunned for a moment before saying, "I, I don't know."

"have no idea?"

"But, maybe..." She remembered something and was incoherent under his gaze. She touched the wound on her chest with one hand. The bloody scratches from when she was robbed of the diamond necklace were still aching.

He suddenly threw her into the back seat of the car and roared: "I asked him if he raped you!"

She was petrified, looking into his red eyes, speechless. Boundless fear hit her heart, and his abnormality made her at a loss what to do. Rape... If all her clothes were torn off and her body was scratched, this wouldn't be considered rape, so what would?

Without thinking, he roughly spread her legs.

"Yeah!" She cried out, shame, anger, and many indescribable emotions rushing into her heart. She tried in vain to close her legs and stretched out her hand to push him hard.

He was irritable, picked up the broken dress on the ground, tore it into strips of cloth, and tied her hands.

"No!" she screamed, crying, "let me go! Don't touch me!"

But he ignored it at all. He lowered his head and carefully inspected the most secret part between her legs. He covered it with his rough palm, rubbed it in a circle, and pressed hard with his fingertips a few times, making her wince in pain.

"Don't..." Her cry was pleading, and his actions made her extremely embarrassed and angry. She struggled with her hands, but couldn't break free from the restraints of the cloth. After a while, her wrists became red and swollen.

He turned a deaf ear to her cries, held her white and petite buttocks with his hands, lifted her up effortlessly, and carefully inspected the cushion under her body.

Fortunately, there was no blood on the fingertips or the seat cushion.

Only then did he feel relieved.

But the absence of blood stains does not mean that it is completely safe. I heard that some girls will not bleed for the first time. What if she is one of them? Pei Ziheng put down her legs and pinched her chin again, forcing her to face him while she was struggling: "Did that bastard go in?"

With the low and ambiguous tone, coupled with his inspection just now, she suddenly understood something and looked at him in disbelief with tears in her eyes. Her face turned red and white, and this kind of question was embarrassing no matter whether it was true or not. Besides, it was so confusing just now. Her mind went blank at the last moment and she couldn't recall it.

She was shaking all over and didn't want to think about it anymore. She just hoped that this nightmare would end soon.

Crying hoarsely, she begged him: "Let me go home... I want to go home..."

He sneered: "Go home?" He lowered his body and leaned closer to her, "You don't want to say so, it doesn't matter, I have plenty of ways to check." He unbuckled the belt around his waist with one hand, and the expensive and heavy belt buckle was thrown to the floor of the carriage. , making a cold and hard sound. Pei Ziheng fiercely spread her legs that were trying to come together, straightened up, and drove straight in.

Xia Ling suddenly screamed.

It was too painful. The sudden and severe pain made her feel like her body was being torn apart from the inside. It took her several seconds to realize what was happening. Under his fierce impact, her face was as pale as paper and her whole body was shaking.

"No...don't..." she said with difficulty.

She almost fainted from the pain, and her vision went black. She moved her lips weakly to tell him to stop, but no words came out. She didn't know before that this kind of thing was so terrible. Why, why did so many people like it? Why would he hold her tightly and enjoy it?

It hurts, it hurts too much...

The whole world is left with endless pain...

She heard him ask in her ear: "Tell me, did that bastard do this to you?"

But she couldn't say anything, she just begged him weakly with her eyes, begging him to let him go.

Pei Ziheng suddenly pushed into the deepest part of her body, causing her to cry out in pain like a wounded animal dying. He leaned into her ear and asked viciously: "Tell me! Are you there?"

"No!" She finally cried again, her voice hoarse and inaudible, "No..."

Even the driver was not as cruel as him! How could he do this to her? "It hurts..." She told him with all her strength, "It hurts, Brother Pei..."

Pressing for an answer, he kissed her eyes tenderly, "Does it hurt?"

She had no strength to speak, choked with sobs, and looked at him pleadingly.

He slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and his voice became gentler: "This is punishment, Xiao Ling. You asked for it. How could you sneak out without my permission? Do you know..." Did she know how much perseverance it took for him to resist the urge to eat her up? However, the moment he saw her being pressed under another man, all his reason collapsed. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was - to possess her! Possess her at all costs!

Another fierce step forward, and he launched the next round of attack without mercy.

Xia Ling didn't even have the strength to cry. Her body was in pain, and there were pains in countless places. He tortured her by any means, biting her with his teeth, grabbing the snow-colored hills on her chest with his hands, and kneading them with his fingers. He touched the wound scratched by the diamond and let blood ooze from the wound. Her eyes gradually became distracted, like a small boat in a storm, desperately letting the strong wind and waves toss her up and down...until darkness...

Pei Ziheng didn't notice when she fainted.

After everything was over, he looked down at her messy body. The ambiguous and viscous liquid mixed with blood was stained everywhere. She was injured, and even his naked eyes could see the tear marks. So, is the blood the blood of the wound or the first time she shed blood...?

The uncertain feeling made him irritated, and for a moment, he almost couldn't restrain himself from pressing her down again and giving her a harsh lesson. If she wasn't running around, how could this happen? Did that mess driver succeed in assaulting her? Even if he checked, even if she cried and said "no", even if he interrogated the driver later and came to the conclusion that there was no, the shadow in his heart lingered like a ghost.

He knew he was out of control.

He shouldn't have been so cruel to her. In fact, he had never treated any woman so cruelly. What's more, this was her first time.

But he couldn't help himself, and he lost his mind at the thought that the driver might have penetrated her.

He wanted to make sure that every inch of her skin and every strand of hair belonged to him, and there was also a monstrous anger. He wanted her to know that she had asked for all of this.

If she had been obedient and stayed by his side, she wouldn't have had to endure this.