"Kill you?" Wang Yue laughed, never breaking his rhythm. "Isn't that what you wanted? I'm a man of my word, Senior. I've decided to kill you—by fucking you to death!"
"You bastard! Let me go! Let me go!" Yu Suxin screamed, her body thrashing wildly. It was a lucky thing the soundproofing in this room was top-tier; otherwise, Zhang Hong and Li Gang outside would have heard every depraved second of it.
"Your mouth says no, but your body is a lot more cooperative," Wang Yue smirked. "That's it—keep twisting like that. Let my cock grind against every inch of your walls as it goes in. We're both going to enjoy this."
Yu Suxin was vibrating with fury and desperation. Because Wang Yue had her upper body and legs pinned, her only move was to grind her hips back and forth—which, to any observer, looked exactly like she was helping him drive it home.
If she struggled, it looked like participation. If she stopped, it looked like submission.
