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After hearing Anthon's response, Jie's face noticeably darkened. The once graceful smile froze on his face, replaced by a hint of displeasure and threat. Anthon's insistence left him feeling a bit defeated. This man, who usually had everything under control, was now facing such resistance, which made him feel angry and dissatisfied. However, these emotional fluctuations were only momentary, quickly masked by Jie's usual cunning smile.
His face slowly approached Anthon, and that cold smile seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying an irresistible threat. His voice was deep and magnetic, filled with the power of command: "I'm sorry, I wasn't asking you just now, I was ordering you." This statement was not just a voice, but also an inescapable oppression, like a sharp dagger, piercing directly into Anthon's heart, leaving him with nowhere to escape.
Jie Ge's arms exerted pressure on Anthon's hands, the strength in his wrists becoming firmer and more forceful. Every movement of his exuded absolute dominance and threat. This kind of controlling power not only made it difficult for Anthon to move, but also oppressed him mentally, eroding his already fragile heart. Under this dual pressure of physical and psychological oppression, Anthon felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness and fear. Jie Ge's dominance was not only a conquest of his body, but also a crushing of his will, pushing him to the edge of despair, making him unable to break free.
Anthon's pain solidified in the air, and as Jie Ge's force intensified, he felt a tearing pain, helplessness, and despair surging in his heart. A low, agonizing cry escaped from his throat, filled with despair and vulnerability: "Jie Ge... don't..." This plea was full of wailing and resistance, as if it were a helpless cry for help, but in Jie Ge's ears, it sparked a deeper desire.
Jiege felt a unique excitement, which came from seeing Anthon in such a pitiful state. A complex mix of dominance and redemption surged in his heart. He longed to be Anthon's sole savior in his most helpless moment, thus rescuing him from suffering and shaping himself into a mature and powerful protector.
This thought made Jiege's whole body begin to tremble slightly, his breathing became rapid, and the light in his eyes burned even brighter. His face was close to Anthon, whispering softly in his ear, every word dripping with cold water, causing Anthon's soul to tremble even more. In this situation, both Jiege's body and soul were anticipating the moment when Anthon would be redeemed from despair, enjoying the twisted pleasure brought by this power.
Jie's arm relaxed its restraint, replaced by a gentle touch. He lightly caressed Anthon's cheek with his fingers, as if soothing a wounded animal. His gaze was tender and eager, wanting Anthon to feel his care and affection, deepening their emotional connection.
However, behind all this, Jie's heart was in turmoil, torn between love and power. He knew his desire for Anthon had surpassed the ordinary, yet he also understood that such feelings were not accepted by society. Nevertheless, nothing could stop his longing for Anthon. He was willing to risk everything for this love, even if it meant ruining his own reputation and dignity.
Jie's fingers gently glided over Anthon's face like explorers, each touch feeling like an electric shock, piercing through Anthon's dwindling resistance and willpower. This sensation was not just a skin-to-skin contact, but a deep-seated tingling that quietly spread throughout Anthon's entire body. It was like an unreachable itch on his back, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't completely quell that soul-stirring sensation.
As this feeling repeatedly assaulted his senses, Anthon's resistance gradually turned into powerless and painful acceptance. A glint of despair flickered in his eyes, his lips trembling slightly, almost in a pleading tone: "Jie... please don't..." This plea carried a sense of helplessness and sorrow, like a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind, revealing his pitiful side amidst the emotional turmoil.
At this moment, Jie's eyes seemed even more unfathomable, as if finding some twisted satisfaction in this pleading voice. His fingers involuntarily traced delicately on Anthon's face, each touch leaving a deep imprint on Anthon's heart, making it impossible for him to escape this painful and complex emotional experience.
Anthon's mood seemed like a torn sheepskin, emitting a strong bitterness and helplessness at the creases. His inner self both wanted to escape this emotional fog and was deeply drawn to Jie's presence, like a helpless boat being thrown into the unknown abyss by giant waves.
Jie's smile gradually became more charming, his gaze deep and authoritative, as if everything was under his control. He knew how to manipulate Anthon's emotions, how to push him to the limit, making him unable to extricate himself from this twisted desire.
However, at this moment, a hint of doubt and unease also emerged in Jie's heart. He knew that everything he was doing was not accepted by society, but he also couldn't resist the desire for Anthon deep inside. His heart wavered between love and power, craving to possess Anthon, but at the same time, afraid of losing everything he had.
The emotional struggle made Jay's mood even more complicated. His inner world seemed like a turbulent ocean, ready to unleash a storm at any moment. But at this moment, he chose to suppress his suspicions and fears, immersing himself wholeheartedly in this twisted desire, unable to extricate himself.
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