Chapter 686: Someone Loves Me
"Baby, you’re so cute when you’re angry. I feel like I’m going to explode just looking at you."
He reached out to stroke her face.
With her eyes red, Iris bit down hard on the fleshy part of his hand.
She bit with all her might, making her own jaw ache. Soon, the sickening, metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.
But William Quinn only grew more excited. A strange light glinted in his blue eyes as he gazed at her, utterly entranced.
"There’s a saying where you’re from, isn’t there? ’To hit is to show affection, to scold is to show love.’ You’ve bitten me until I’m bleeding. Does that mean you love me very, very much?"
Iris closed her eyes in despair. Her jaw lost its strength, and she let go of him.
A ring of teeth marks now circled the fleshy part of William Quinn’s right hand, from which fresh blood steadily flowed.
He paid it no mind, however. Instead, he leaned down close to her and kissed her lips. "My baby loves me. I’m so happy."
Then, he deepened the kiss.
Iris had spent all her strength biting him, leaving her with no energy to resist. His passionate kiss stole her breath, and she felt as if she were about to die.
Breathing heavily, William Quinn let her go. He stroked her soft body, smearing his blood onto her skin, little by little.
The vivid red against her snow-white skin created a stark contrast.
It was a sight that stimulated the senses, heightening the excitement.
William Quinn spoke in a low, hoarse voice. "Iris, my darling, I’m really about to explode. Won’t you touch me?"
As he spoke, he took her hand and guided it downwards.
Iris’s chest heaved violently. She suddenly clenched her hand into a fist.
But he suddenly seized her wrist. His grip was precise, preventing her from closing her fingers.
"Baby, what are you doing? If you break it, how will I be able to give you pleasure? Don’t be naughty."
A flash of anger crossed the depths of William Quinn’s blue eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came. He continued to coax her gently.
"You poor thing, you’re all swollen. I’ve put some ointment on for you. I’ll let you rest for today. I’ll take you to get something to eat."
He kissed her tenderly, then unlocked the chains, lifted her into his arms, and walked toward the dressing room.
"My baby’s skin is so delicate. You must wear the best clothes in the world, made from the softest fabrics. That way, you won’t feel any pain."
William Quinn chose meticulously, holding up one long dress after another against her body.
Iris watched him coldly, then let out a sneer. "You’re a madman. No one will ever love a madman."
William Quinn froze in the middle of choosing a dress. His back was to her, his blue eyes staring at the dazzling array of exquisite dresses, but they were hollow deep within.
After two seconds, he finally said, "That’s not true, baby. Someone does love me."
Iris sneered, looking at him with disdain.
"You will love me."
He turned his head and looked at her very seriously. "Because I love you. I love you so, so much. We’re together every day. Your body will fall in love with me first, then your heart. In the end, you will be completely and utterly mine."
As he spoke, he cupped her face and kissed her again. His blue eyes were tinged with obsession, and his voice seemed to hold a bewitching power.
"I will never love you!"
Iris’s tone was resolute, her dark pupils burning with hatred. "Don’t ever give me the chance, because if you do, I will kill you!"
William Quinn’s lips were only centimeters from hers. Hearing her words, he paused for a moment before crashing his mouth down on hers in a brutal kiss.
It was like a violent tempest, as if he meant to devour her whole. The assault was so fierce that Iris couldn’t help but shrink back.