Chapter 984 - 987: If It Hurts Too Much, You Can Hit Me Back

Isn’t celebrating a birthday early the same? Cole O’Connell’s lips and tongue brushed over the lips, with a faint taste of blood!

O’Connell Family.

Yulia O’Connell had no time to say anything or do anything before Cole O’Connell pressed her onto the large bed, a multitude of kisses falling, her clothes being torn off strip by strip.

"Cole..."

Yulia O’Connell clamped her legs tightly shut; they couldn’t be like before. She had to thoroughly examine their relationship. Cole O’Connell couldn’t just take her like this.

"Baby, give me!" Cole O’Connell opened his mouth and took her small ear, his large hands forcefully hanging her legs around his sturdy waist, causing Yulia O’Connell to cry out repeatedly.

"The old lady won’t agree to us being together..."

"Jade, stop hiding from yourself; you need me too, just like the other day on the sofa!"

Yulia O’Connell was full of sorrow, wanting more. Her reason had long been thrown to the depths of the clouds, and Cole O’Connell wasn’t much better off, determined to have her, his taut body in even more discomfort.

He paused the kiss, his large hands tore away the last piece of fabric on her, his amber eyes locking onto her, roaming over her neck.

Yulia O’Connell wished she could find a hole to bury herself in under his gaze, raising her foot to kick him, but Cole O’Connell effortlessly grabbed her ankle.

Yet he couldn’t just take her so easily!

Leaning down to continue kissing her, it was as if he wanted to consume her whole, his scorching lips roaming over every inch of her skin.

"It hurts, can’t you just be quick?" Yulia O’Connell cried out in distress, every part of her ached.

Getting her permission, Cole O’Connell let out a soft laugh, large beads of restrained sweat sliding down his rugged face, suddenly sealing her small mouth!

A long-lasting frenzy.

Especially for a man who just tasted the forbidden fruit!

Nathan Knight, locked in the next room, could hear their every move, his face as dark as coal.

When Yulia O’Connell woke up, everything on the big bed had been changed once over. She lay there stark naked, the rose-red marks already turning purple, and as she moved slightly, she let out a light cry.

"Awake?" Cole O’Connell immediately extinguished the cigarette in his hand and walked over to embrace her, looking with distress at the marks left by his kisses that were somewhat unbearable to behold.

Yulia O’Connell was also in a daze last night; she only knew her whole body ached, and later...

Seeing her keep her mouth shut without speaking, Cole O’Connell, somewhat panic-stricken, grabbed her small hand and brought it to his handsome face. "If it hurts too much, you can hit me back!"

Yulia O’Connell "..."