Chapter 344

"Stop!" Hannah clawed and thrashed wildly, her nails tearing into Vincent's arms and neck, carving several bleeding gashes almost at once.

Vincent flinched at the sting, his frame tightening instantly.

Yet, rather than easing, it only seemed to ignite his feral drive and hunger for control. He gaveno mercy,brutally crushing every ounce of her defiance and forcefully ramming into her.

"Ugh..." Hannah arched under the torment. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and ceased her resistance,silently enduring his assault.

Her quiet submission only made him more aggressive as he thrust into hér.

"Look at me!" he growled in her ear.

Hannah refused to open her eyes, her lashes quivering as a lone tear slid down her cheek.

Vincent's movements halted. He noticed the tear. A piercing jolt-a sudden recognition-shot through his chest, draining much of his vicious fire. A dull, unexplainable ache surged within him.

Without thinking, he leaned down, his lips warm, a mix of desire and aggression in them, and pressed a gentle kiss to the tear.

Hannah shuddered fiercely and then collapsed, her strength drained.

Vincent's desire surged again, uncontrollable, as he had round after another round of intimacy with her.

Time slipped away before he finally pulled back, panting hard, sweat trickling from his rigid brow.

Beneath him, Hannah looked ghostly pale, her breathing shallow, lashes clenched tight, as though she had lost consciousness for quite some time.

Vincent's eyes widened as he confirmed that she had blacked out."Damn it!" he hissed, fumbling to gather

her up in a clumsy way foreign to his usual control.

Then, he lunged for the door, flung it wide, and barked to the butler in frantic alarm, "Fetch a doctor immediately!"

Moments later, the doctor appeared, rushing over with his medical case. After inspecting Hannah,he locked Vincent in a grave stare and delivered his conclusion with a faint, weighted implication. "Mr. Jones,her glucose level collapsed. Her emotions were severely strained, her frame fragile, and the violent exertion surpassed her capacity, leading to her fainting."

Vincent listened silently, his expression unreadable.

Once Hannah was stabilized with a nutrient infusion, the doctor withdrew.

The butler arrived carrying water and a heated cloth, and Vincent dismissed him with a quiet motion.

The following morning, Hannah's eyes fluttered open slowly. The stiffness in her limbs and the sharp soreness in her private parts reminded her of last night's ordeal.

Turning slightly, she caught sight of Vincent seated in an armchair beside the bed. He hadn't left. He wore refined dark-gray loungewear, holding a tablet as though occupied with work.

Vincent caught her stirring from the edge of his vision and glanced over. "You're awake?"

Hannah didn't respond.

Vincent seemed unfazed by her silence. He walked toward the door and murmured quiet orders.

Soon, the butler appeared, carrying a tray with a carefully prepared breakfast. He set it neatly on the stand and stepped out of the room with deference.

Vincent returned to the bedside, picked up a bowl of steaming soup, stirred lightly, and brought a spoonfu close to Hannah's shut mouth. "Today, I'll watch you eat," he said, his voice calm but carrying unmistakable authority.

Hannah turned her head away, clearly refusing.

Vincent's hand hovered, unmoving, waiting with patience.

The faint chime of the spoon against the bowl echoed through the strained quiet.

After a long moment, Hannah's vacant gaze fixed on the ceiling. Her voice hoarse but steady, she asked a question that made Vincent's pupils constrict in an instant. "Do you have any pills?"

Vincent froze with the bowl in hand. His voice droppoed."What kind of pills?"

Hannah finally met his gaze, her eyes piercing. "Emergency contraception."

Every syllable landed sharp, disgust hidden beneath composure. "Last night, you didn't use protection."