Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Letta had no idea how satisfied Marco was playing with her lips. This time, Marco slipped his tongue, entwining it with Letta’s, and continued to kiss her forcefully. This made it difficult for Letta to even control her own breath, as Marco didn’t allow her to move even a bit. Letta still tried to release her tightly bound wrists, but it seemed that would only make her wrists even more injured. Letta couldn’t do anything anymore; it seemed her fate was indeed going to be written by Marco.

Satisfied with playing with Letta’s lips, Marco began kissing Letta’s neck, and his hands began to roam her body. Letta could only tightly shut her eyes, her tears constantly wetting the corners of her eyes. It seemed utterly useless and did not evoke any pity for a Marco who was looking at her.

“Now, you don’t need this fabric,” Marco said, and the next moment, Letta widened her eyes. Easily, Marco tore the dress she was wearing with his strong hands, until it completely came off her body, making Letta whimper as Marco also removed the fabric clinging to her sensitive areas.

“You don’t need a single thread to cover this body of yours,” Marco said, making Letta only look at him with a pleading gaze. Although Letta knew it would be utterly useless, Marco began to move away from Letta’s body, noticing how Letta’s innocent body was now tied to the bed. This made Marco pull the corner of his lips, displaying his devilish smile that sent shivers down Letta’s spine.

“Please, let me go,” Letta said, sounding very faint, making Marco look even more satisfied.

“Keep saying sentences like that. I enjoy hearing them,” Marco said. After that, Marco walked towards the jacket he had thrown earlier, taking out the cell phone from inside.

“I don’t know if this is my hobby or just my wild fantasy, but I want to try it,” Marco said, still showing his smile, as he aimed his phone at Letta, making Letta widen her eyes. Of course, she realized what Marco was about to do.

“Smile, Letta. You will look even more beautiful when you smile,” Marco said, making Letta shake her head, trying to hold back her tears from continuously wetting her face.

“I don’t even remember the first time we got intimate. That night, I only remember your scent, which always makes me want to savor you again and again. But you know, I restrained myself because I could still think rationally back then. But this time, I’m free to do anything to your body. That scent of yours, for some reason, always makes me want to keep doing things like this,” Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

“Don’t you have Arabella? What if your fiancee finds out? You should be faithful to her, shouldn’t you?” Letta said, hoping Marco would be drawn back to his senses. However, Marco just laughed, still with the phone recording every inch of Letta’s body.

“Do you think she would care about what I’m doing? Even though she’s my fiancee, my private affair with you is something no one can interfere with, not her or anyone else,” Marco said, leaving Letta seemingly without any hope. Marco then removed the fabric clinging to her body one by one, making Letta turn her face away. When Marco stood upright with the same demeanor, he approached again.

“Look here, Letta,” Marco said as he reached out his hand and gripped both sides of her face, forcing her to look at the camera in his hand, recording every moment they might experience tonight.

“Can you plead with me again?” Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

“Plead with me again. I want to hear it again,” Marco said again, making Letta shake her head as she felt Marco’s grip tightening on both sides of her face.

“Quickly beg,” Marco said angrily, yelling right in front of Letta, making Letta comply with his words.

“I beg you, let me go,” Letta said, her eyes red and teary, making Marco smile with satisfaction, looking at the screen of his phone.

“You look sweet with this flushed face of yours,” Marco said. After that, he approached her face again, reuniting their lips, still recording everything, until Marco placed the phone right on the nightstand, positioning it so that everything that would happen on the bed would be perfectly captured. Marco examined every inch of Letta’s body, and his gaze fell on a wound that still looked fresh and was still covered in white bandages, prompting Marco to reach out his hand.

“Is this wound the only thing you gained from erasing my future child?” Marco asked, making Letta look at her abdomen, where the stitched scar was still perfectly concealed.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“I don’t have this wound, but you have inflicted a wound that remains deeply ingrained in me. Compared to your wound, this is nothing,” Marco said, pressing slightly on Letta’s wound, ignoring the pain Letta displayed. As he began to weigh down on Letta again and resumed tracing every kiss on Letta’s neck and shoulders, Letta could only tightly shut her eyes and bite her lower lip as Marco seemed to completely lose control.

Letta could already guess what would happen to her when her whole body began to react to what Marco was doing to her, causing Letta to shake her head as she began to sob again.

“Never show tears when I want to touch your body. I don’t like seeing them,” Marco said, straightening his body again, looking at Letta, who was trying to hold back her tears. Marco reached out his hand and wiped away the tears.

“These tears are useless and will not be a reason for you to be free from me, so don’t waste them in vain. Who knows, you might need them another day,” Marco said, looking cynically at Letta. The next moment, Letta could see Marco’s smile returning, causing her to start trying to guess what Marco was actually going to do to her.

What crazy plan might Marco have to torment her, making Letta feel resigned to the suffering she would experience now and in the future? Couldn’t Letta hope? Perhaps there was a glimmer of light that would illuminate her heart and lead her out of this darkness.