It's Love That Blinds Him
It’s Love That Blinds Him – Chapter 105

Before Lucia could even let out a scream, her clothes had been torn off by Malcolm. With the heating on, the room temperature was pleasant. However, she felt goosebumps on her arms. Without giving her the slightest chance to escape, Malcolm hugged her and carried her straight into the bedroom, where she was roughly thrown onto the bed. Lucia pulled the duvet over herself in a futile attempt to cover her exposed skin.

Malcolm turned around to lock the door before slowly removing his clothes one by one until he was completely naked. Now that he had Lucia alone, he was no longer in a hurry. Staring at her expressionlessly, he walked towards the bed step by step.

Just when Lucia regained her senses enough to get out of bed, Malcolm grabbed her. Pinching her chin with one hand, he kissed her roughly. With his other hand, he grabbed her waist and pinned her against the wall, trapping her there.

Lucia gritted her teeth, refusing to let his tongue enter her mouth. However, Malcolm’s tongue forcefully opened his mouth and darted out, searching for the familiar taste. His aggressive k**s made Lucia suffocate.

Malcolm held her so tightly she couldn’t move at all. It was only when she almost ran out of air that Malcolm let go of her. Her chest heaved up and down as she gasped for air, catching his attention. Before she could recover, Malcolm pinched her chest and kneaded her hard.

It wasn’t the gentle, playful way he usually had with her. His sudden movements made him feel a lot of pain. Lucia reached out to push him away, but Malcolm quickly grabbed her red nipple with his mouth and bit it lightly, eliciting a m**n from her. At the same time, his hands roamed around the rest of his body. As he got closer to her, Lucia realized he was completely standing up.

“Mmh…Ah…Malcolm…Wait…Let…get away from me…” Overwhelmed by a myriad of emotions, Lucia struggled to speak through her gasps.

Ignoring her words, Malcolm slipped his hand between her legs and began to rub against her skin. Lucia stepped back and tried to shake his hand off, but he didn’t move at all. The underlying passion was overshadowed by its brutal force.

“Wildcat, tell me, who do you belong to?” Malcolm asked coldly, looking into her eyes.

Lucia bit her lower l*p and remained stubbornly silent, ignoring his question. Feeling a pang of irritation, Malcolm tightened his grip on Lucia’s arm, leaving a bright red mark on her fair skin.

Soon, Lucia felt like her legs were turning into jelly, causing her to slip little by little. Malcolm lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Losing her balance, Lucia unconsciously threw her arms around his neck to stop herself from falling.

Holding Lucia in his arms like this, Malcolm stepped back and threw Lucia onto the soft bed, causing her to bounce a little. Now that she was no longer covered in his caresses and k****s, Lucia felt a chill on her exposed skin, making her sober in an instant. But before she could escape, Malcolm had already climbed on top of her.

“Let me go,” Lucia said sharply.

But Malcolm continued to hold on to her. When he felt how wet she was, he sat up slightly and entered her without hesitation. Lucia felt like thousands of ants were running over her body. She arched her body as usual, but unconsciously resisted him.

A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Malcolm’s eyes. He slid in and out of her several times before stopping. Noticing Lucia’s dissatisfied m**n, he asked again: “Tell me, who do you belong to?” It was as if he wasn’t immersed in passion at all.

“Certainly not you,” Lucia said through gritted teeth.

The moment Malcolm heard these words, his eyes darkened, becoming cruel. All the anger he had suppressed until now burst out of him. There was no longer any worry or pity in him; only hatred and cruelty. He started having s*x with her again, but this time without any emotion. Lucia felt like a sharp sword was going in and out of her.

As he thrust deeper and deeper, she felt a wrenching pain that made her cry out. Malcolm glanced indifferently at the pained look on Lucia’s face, but he didn’t stop what he was doing. After a moment, he stopped and slipped out of Lucia. Then, in one quick movement, he turned her around, making her kneel with her palms pressed against the wall. Kneeling behind her, he grabbed her waist with both hands and continued to thrust in and out of her.

Soon, Lucia felt that all her strength was exhausted and her legs became weak. By the time Malcolm reached his climax, his body was completely limp. Without even a glimmer of emotion, Malcolm grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, dried himself off, and went into the bathroom without turning around to take a shower.

Lucia turned around slowly. The pain in his lower body prevented him from stretching his numb legs. Tears ran down her cheeks. After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened and Malcolm came out with a bath towel around his waist. He glanced coldly at Lucia, who pulled the quilt over herself to cover her naked body and tried to get out of bed.

As soon as she stood up, however, her knees gave way and she almost fell. Clenching his fists, Malcolm resisted the urge to help. He casually turned around and walked out of the room, leaving her alone inside.

Lucia had to hold on to the edge of the bed to steady herself. After a while, when her legs recovered and she was able to plant her feet firmly on the floor, she slowly walked towards the bathroom. Standing lifeless in the shower, she turned it on, allowing the water to wash over her body. She didn’t leave the bathroom until the hot water had turned cold and her pale skin had wrinkled. After drying herself with a towel,

When she reached the bedroom door, her hand remained on the handle for a long time before she opened the door and walked out. Malcolm, who had already dressed and was sitting on the living room couch, gave her an icy look. Lucia walked past him towards the front door. But she had barely taken a few steps forward when Malcolm grabbed her wrist, causing her to stagger and sit down on the couch.

“What should I do with you? » Malcolm asked flatly.

“If you don’t love me, let me go,” Lucia replied.

“I can promise you anything but that.” For Malcolm, it was already making a concession.

“I slept with someone else. Do you still want me?” Lucia asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Wildcat, if that’s the case, I will send you to hell myself.” Malcolm’s voice grew cold.

“Well… How can you be sure I didn’t do such a thing?” Lucia sneered, lifting her chin defiantly.

“You wouldn’t.” Malcolm’s voice was low but firm.

Hearing this, Lucia remained silent. It seemed that she couldn’t escape his control at all. Suddenly she scoffed, as if laughing at her own stupidity for digging herself into a hole like this.

“So you never loved me at all?” asked Lucy.

After looking at Lucia coldly for a long moment, Malcolm spoke a single word in response. “No.”

Lucia lowered her eyes to hide the tears that were welling up in them. She took a deep breath to suppress her emotions. Then she got up and left the apartment. At the same time, Malcolm’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and didn’t stop Lucia from leaving.

Outside the apartment, Lucia trudged to the elevator, her arms hanging limply at her sides. She felt like her last glimmer of hope had died. She was heartbroken. Not surprisingly, she found a group of journalists waiting downstairs. Without even flinching, she moved forward step by step with a gloomy face. Stunned by his indifference, the journalists made room for him in silence, without asking him a single question.

In this way, Lucia walked through the crowd and went to the subway station. His journey back to Kathryn’s house was a blur. It was only when Lucia entered and saw Catherine’s worried look that she burst into tears, letting out all the emotions that had been building up inside her. Kathryn gently pulled him into a hug and patted his back. Nestled in Catherine’s arms, Lucia cried herself to sleep. All the while, Kathryn continued to pat her back in a soothing manner, feeling sorry for her.

She knew that the only person who could make Lucia this emotional was Malcolm. This mysterious man who had recently entered Lucia’s life could make her smile, make her life better, and even bring her back to herself, but he could never tug at her heartstrings.

It was a long time before Lucia woke up. When she opened her eyes, she saw Catherine sitting motionless on the sofa, letting her sleep in peace. Blinking, Lucia gave him an apologetic smile. Kathryn waved her hand, as if to say it was no big deal.

“Lucia, how about I make you something to eat?” Catherine asked gently.

“Okay. Thanks Catherine.” Stretching her arms, Lucia nodded.

“Don’t mention it,” Kathryn said as she headed toward the kitchen.

Lucia got up from the couch and went upstairs to the bedroom, where she silently began packing. It was all over. She had heard Malcolm say he didn’t like her with her own ears. She knew she couldn’t expect anything more from him. She was tired of waiting for something impossible to happen.

With just those few words, Malcolm had broken her heart. Lucia didn’t know how to fix herself, or if she could ever be truly happy again. Just like broken china, his heart could never return to its original state.