"Still have the strength to talk?" Jared Quinn's large hand parted her legs.
"I'm trying to negotiate with you." Melody Thorne tightly closed her legs.
That action made Jared Quinn's eyes grow more dangerous, his body beginning to tense up.
…
Throughout the night, the sounds of arguments continued to emanate from the hospital ward where prisoners were kept, accompanied by the creaking of the bed, almost breaking apart.
"Jared Quinn, I want to beat you!"
"Jared Quinn, I'll show you!"
"Jared Quinn... brother."
"Husband..."
In the end, it was impossible to tell who won and who lost.
When she opened her eyes, Melody Thorne's limbs were sore. Last night, she had truly conquered Jared Quinn with her ability.
Her delicate, soft fingers traced Jared Quinn's sensually balanced lips. "Did I really conquer you last night?"
Her voice was weak...
Jared Quinn's arm wrapped around her shoulder exposed from the duvet, his bare chest half exposed.
