Dahlia didn't expect it would be Carter, her ex boyfriend who broke up with her for three years , saved her from this hell; Similarly, she didn't expect him to suddenly kiss her in this case.

She could feel her heart beating fast as soon as he covered her mouth with his lips. Dahlia felt her soul suddenly escape her when she felt his warm hold on her again. She can hear Carter's moan and heavy breathing while kissing her torridly.

Dahlia seemed to be slowly losing herself as his kiss got deeper and deeper. That was slow but deep. Slowly but surely. She can feel his hunger so she is.

That still hasn't changed – the way he kissed her still hasn't changed. It's still like a fire that burns. It is still like a deep-sea that is drowning. It can still take her and subdue her.

In an instant, Dahlia felt ashamed of herself especially when she heard the laughter of everyone there while watching them.

"See? What a dirty pretentious bitch!"

"I thought she's not Claireilable tonight? Fucking liar!"

"Looks like she still wants to get a wild bang."

The anger Dahlia felt intensified when she heard their various insults, especially what is happening now. Carter just saved her from one hell and pushed her to another.

Dahlia couldn't stop crying, but it seemed to make him more excited. The excitement she felt from the kiss by Carter was more dominant.

She lost herself, even more, when she felt his grip tighten on her waist as one of his hands went to her ass and touched it.

Carter stopped abruptly but still wouldn't let her go. She even felt a hangover when Carter slightly bit her lip. It looks like she even wants to chase his lip just because she got hung up!

"Your way of kissing is better than before, I almost got high, huh. Seems you haven't been short of men since you left me three years ago," Carter sarcastically whispered to Dahlia while flirtatiously rubbing the fluffy rabbit tail on her buttocks, it was full of insults.

In an instant, it was as if cold water had poured on her when she heard that.

Dahlia quickly pulled herself back from being caught in his kiss. She stepped on his foot with all her might and violently pushed him away from her. She could see the shock and pain in his eyes but before he could react, she quickly ran to the back lounge and didn't even have time to pick up her black high heels..

Damn you, Dahlia!

As soon as she got back to the lounge, she quickly took off her damn Bunny clothes and put on her jacket and skirt.

Dahlia tried to control herself not to think about that man, but it was all in vain.

This is the first time she has seen him in three years. He became more handsome and taller. But in the past, he always had a gentle smile on his face. Now, he seems to be cold.

He seemed angry. Especially from the kiss he gave her earlier, she could feel his intense anger there even though it was so delicious.

Why was he so angry? Why would he reappear in her life three years after he abandoned her to be engaged to someone else, giving her hope and depressing her?

Dahlia tried calming herself down but her heart pounded even more especially when she remembered the kiss he had given her earlier. Fantasy almost ate her into her brain while that was happening!

She almost jumped in panic when the door suddenly slammed and it spat out Olive who focused her gaze on her. There was still a small grin on her lips.

"Who is that? Why did you suddenly kiss? He's so handsome!" She blurted out. Dahlia's cheeks grew hot as he remembered what had happened again.

"I-I don't know him, Olive," she answered her without looking at her, and continued to put away her belongings.

Dahlia's previous feeling of tiredness got worse and she felt like she was going to get sick. She suddenly felt heavier. She was sure it's because of what happened earlier but she can't admit that to herself.

"Really? You don't know him but you've kissed earlier as if you were longing for each other for a long time. He also looks rich, you're really good at choosing!" She was sarcastic, so Dahlia was even more embarrassed.

When Carter kissed her, her mind told her to run away from him, but her body betrayed her.

Not knowing how to reply, Dahlia silently swept everything on her desk into her bag and zipped it up.

Then she turned to Olive. She frowned at her.

"Where are you going? You're going home?"

"I'm really not feeling well, Liv. Let's just talk tomorrow," she told her lazily and marched out. She even heard her call her but she didn't pay attention to that anymore.

Various emotions flowed through Dahlia as she walked towards the backdoor of the club while losing herself again.

This seemed to be a very long night to her. The only thing she wants to do now is to hurry home, throw herself into the bathtub, wash away all the disgusting and humiliating marks on her body, and then forget everything tonight, including that man.

As soon as she got out of the backdoor, a cold breeze greeted her.

Dahlia hugged herself more to the jacket she was wearing. It was quiet in that part so she could hear the pounding of her chest more. Especially when she sees who is waiting for her.

Carter was standing while leaning against the light pole that was there.

He was deadly and cold, staring at her as if he had been waiting for her since earlier. Again, Dahlia saw how he would look at her from head to toe. It seemed full of resentment and judgment.

She felt even more embarrassed because of the way he was staring at her. Strange anger covered his eyes.

Dahlia's heart pounded as she no longer knew what to do. She felt the trembling of her knees. She knew she wasn't ready to face him after so many years. She wasn't even prepared for it because she really had no intention of showing up to him.

Why did he suddenly appear here?

Carter smirked for a moment and their eyes met again.

"Where are you going? Trying to run away again like what you did three years ago?" He asked her coldly as if threatening.

Her heartbeat slowed. Her mouth opened but no word came out. She suddenly seemed to run out of sanity. The words suddenly seemed to escape from her mind.

Dahlia didn't know why, looking at him standing under the streetlamp, she seemed to see a monster crawling out of hell, roaring and screaming, trying to eat her body to complete revenge. This horrible imagination made her step back.

Almost at the same time, Carter also moved. He slowly walked closer to her while his eyes were fixed on her. His aura grew darker as he stared at her whole being.

"And do you think you can easily escape from me this time, my dear Dahlia Bloom?"

Dahlia invincibly feels there's a need to run away from her own emotions.

She's afraid of her own heart - it's always asking for more that it drains anyone who offers theirs.

Carter stares at her like she's the only person he loathes - full of shame, disgust, and rage. She doesn't know why she was hurt by the way he looked at her. Sure, he still is, but his stare is not the same anymore. His coldness crumpled her like a thin paper soaked in tears. Everything sure has changed now.

Dahlia  tried to calm herself down. She quickly averted her eyes from him and ignored what he said. She didn't have to explain anything to him. She didn't have to say or ask him. It never entered her mind that they would meet again after so many years.

What is he doing here?

Dahlia walked straight and turned her back on Carter. But even before she could go far enough, he quickly and violently grabbed her wrist and pushed her with all his might, causing her to lean against the car there.

Dahlia winced when she felt the pain in her back then realized with hindsight that this should be his car. He seems to have anticipated that she would leave by the back door, and then come here and wait for her to bring herself into his grasp..

"What are you doing?!" Dahlia shouted at him and tried to get out of Carter's grip but it was just too tight.

When she looked up at him, she was surprised because he was too tall for her. There she saw the flame in his eyes and he seemed to be shivering. His jaw clenched and met her gaze with his burning eyes.

"You didn't answer my question," Carter answered her coldly.

Dahlia frowned and looked away from him again. With him so close to her, she could already smell the mixture of wine and his perfume. Her heart is pounding for no apparent reason.

"Get off me, crazy jerk!"

"We haven't seen each other for three years. Don't you have anything to say to me? Running away is still your favorite thing to do, huh," he said.

"What are you talking about? I don't even know you," she told him emphatically and almost choked because of the extreme frustration she felt.

This guy really knows how to corner her.

Carter grins. She felt, even more, the tightness of his hold on her.

"I don't think you have amnesia based on how you responded to my kiss earlier. Or do I need to remind you who I am?" He told her seemed threatening, so she looked at him again.

"I don't have anything to say to a stranger. Get off me!" Dahlia coldly replied to him.

But she guessed she did it wrong because it only made him even angrier.

Carter attacked her for a kiss again, and this time, she felt more of his anger at the kiss he was giving her. She can already taste the rusty taste on his lips. He even bit her lip!

Dahlia clenched her teeth tightly. This behavior seemed to successfully stop him. He gave up her lips and began to kiss along my cheek all the way to her neck.

This finally made her relax for a moment. But the next second, she found she was wrong. Carter suddenly lifted the skirt she was wearing!

Dahlia felt his warm hand caressing my thigh upwards, rubbed her buttocks across her underwear, and even wanted to stretch his fingers into her underwear.

"Carter, are you crazy!" Dahlia couldn't help shouted.

Then she heard him chuckling virtuously. He took the opportunity to kiss her again. This time he succeeded.

"Now you finally remember who I am." He uttered between their kisses.

Dahlia's eyes widened with surprise at his impudence and unbridled behavior.

She can still hear his moan and heavy breathing. Obviously, his sexual desire was not satisfied, and she could still feel his fiery male genitals pressing against her abdomen, which made her shiver.

But strangely, he didn't continue. Instead, he gasped and tried to calm down. He even helped her tidy up her dress, which he had crumpled.

Still pressing Dahlia against the door, Carter buttoned her jacket and ran his fingers through her tousled hair, appreciating her blushing face with satisfaction.

She felt like he was treating her like a Barbie doll he had been longing for for a long time. All his actions implied a strong desire for possession and domination.

"This time, you're not going anywhere, Dahlia." Carter said, and quickly picked her up and got her into his car.

"You bastard, let me out of here!"

Dahlia was shoved into the passenger seat of Carter's car, then watched as he locked the door and trapped her. She could only bang on the window to get his attention.

But he completely ignored her, walked around to pick up her bag on the ground, and then calmly sat in the driver's seat, then quickly started the engine.

"So, where are you taking me? You're just a guest of Wild Rover. I'm off duty now. You have no right to take me away."

Dahlia hurriedly took the bag thrown by him and held her bag tightly in her arms, as if this would bring her a sense of security.

"Fasten your seat belt." Carter said, and then kept looking at the road without replying to any of her questions.

"Shit." Dahlia hissed.

She knew he would neither tell her where he was taking her nor let her off. She can only turn her head and stare at the gradually strange street outside the window.

Carter has abandoned her for three years. Wasn't he engaged to Claire? Why did him suddenly appear in front of her now? What was his purpose?

A lot of problems entangled in her heart.

A few moments of silence passed, and Dahlia just noticed the car stop in front of a villa. She glanced at Carter suspiciously, but he only silently turned off the engine, got out of the car, walked over and opened the door for her.

"Walk by yourself, or I'll just carry you in."

Dahlia knew she couldn't resist Carter. So she could only pretend to have a cold face to cover up her weakness.

"Don't touch me. I can go by myself."

Carter just sneered.

The villa looks a bit old, but the decoration is in the Baroque style that she likes, and the rooms are very clean. She was guessing this is one of his more frequent residences.

"We need to talk." Dahlia stood in the hall with her hands around her chest.

"Talk about what?" Carter pressed her step by step, "About how you blow a man's dick in a bunny girl's clothes?"

Dahlia blushed angrily! She never thought he would insult her with such words.

"Carter Anderson! I'm talking to you seriously! I think we've broken up. You have no right to criticize my behavior."

"Do you know what I was thinking when I saw you tonight? I thought, I should have fucked this bunny girl. I should have fucked you three years ago, Dahlia. How many men have you slept with over the years? Are you relying on your body to attract so many guests?"

"W... What?" Dahlia couldn't believe what she had heard.

The burning anger in Carter's eyes is much more visible. She can also see strong desire along with that anger. It was on fire and nothing seemed to be able to stop him.

Instead of answering her, he quickly stepped on her and then pressed her on the sofa. Carter attacked Dahlia again with a violent and painful kiss. Meanwhile, she felt him constantly tearing her skirt.

Dahlia hurriedly tried to save her skirt from him, but it was all in vain. He easily liberated her breasts from her bra, then buried his head in her chest and began to taste her nipples with relish.

She felt a strange feeling coming from her chest and couldn't help crying out in shame.

Suddenly, Dahlia no longer recognizes who this man is in front of her.

This is not Carter anymore. This is no longer the man she once knew and loved. He looks like a mad ape-more of a beast rather.

Dahlia felt disgusted by what Carter did and her mind can't accept that because he himself is doing this kind of thing to her. It's because Carter's image to her is calm and gentle. She carries that to this day. He's everyone's ideal guy and she was so lucky when she found out he likes her and he loves her so much.

But everything has shattered down, and it drains her.

The disgust and shame Dahlia felt for herself because of what those people did to her at the bar seemed to overwhelm him.

She feels like her heart is slowly burning in pain.

She feels like drowning.

All this feeling reached its peak when Carter licked and kissed her private part all the way down her abdomen.

She wanted to kick him away from her but he easily grabbed her ankle. Carter grabbed her ankle, then separated her legs, and showed everything about her in front of his eyes.

"W-what are you going to do? Carter! Are you crazy!?" Dahlia cried, in despair.

"I'm crazy, Dahlia," Carter whispered weakly but scary. "Yes, I'm crazy and you caused all of this."

This was a complete nightmare for Dahlia.

Her ex boyfriend, who broke up with her three years ago, pressed her on the sofa. Her skirt has been completely torn by him, and her bra has been thrown aside by him. Her whole body is nearly naked, leaving only her underwear to maintain her last bit of dignity.

But he was still well dressed.

This difference made her feel ashamed. This made her feel that Carter did not treat her with an equal attitude, but played with her wantonly as a sex toy.

He wanted to throw her into the hell of lust, and then stood by and watched her gaffe coldly.

"C-Carter, please! Don't do this! I'm sorry!" Dahlia cried but he didn't even care. "Please! I'm begging... I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... Please..."

"It's all too late to apologize, Dahlia." He whispered in her ear like a devil, it was full of hatred and pain. "Do you think I will still believe your fucking lies like what I did before?"

As he spoke, he took off his tie and tied her hands. Then she could feel his hand travel to different parts of her body. She tried to struggle but she could not move because her hand was tied.

Carter quickly took off his pants as he continued to kiss her body. There, she saw his large maleness and his eagerness to do it forcibly with her.

Dahlia doesn't even know what to do or feel anymore.

Carter rocked her body against him. His tongue reached into her mouth like a hungry beast. When he stopped, it left her panting and gasping for air while still sobbing.

This long nightmare seemed to have no end until he finally took off her underwear and slowly separated her legs again. He positioned himself at her hole. Dahlia could feel his huge dick now outside her creamy folds.

Fire pooling low in her abdomen, while he rubbed his dick against her slit again and again.

All she could do was beg him again and again. She even gradually felt breathless and dizzy.

The toil of the past few days and what she has suffered tonight are finally honestly reflected in her body.

Dahlia could feel her fever, and then she gradually lost her consciousness and could no longer think.

Maybe, facing this nightmare, a coma was even a gift to her?

Thinking like this, she finally fell completely into the darkness.

*** ***

Dahlia's desperate sobs woke Carter up from a disgusting fantasy in his mind.

At first, he lied to himself. He was just retaliating against her. He was just venting his anger, but soon he realized that he was still fascinated by Dahlia's body. Even after so many years, she is still the only one who can easily arouse his desire and easily make him lose his mind.

Carter brainwashed himself over and over again that she deserved it! Dahlia cheated on him and had sex with another man while they were in a relationship! She should just pay for what she did to him that to this day he still carries!

So he ignored all her entreaties and cries and decided to really possess her body.

But things quickly went beyond his expectations. He suddenly found that Dahlia's cheeks were flushed abnormally.

Carter hesitated to stop all his actions, although just "stop" made him tremble, his veins burst, and sweat like rain. He reached out and gently touched Dahlia's forehead.

"Damn it!" Fucking that she was running a fever!

Carter cursed, but he could only wrap her naked body in a blanket, then took her to the bedroom and called his family doctor.

After placing her, he looked at Dahlia's angelic, innocent face as she slept in bed and turned to go to the bathroom.

Carter opened the shower and closed his eyes tightly. As soon as the hot water poured all over his body while closing his eyes, Dahlia's beautiful face and her attractive body immediately registered in his mind.

He glanced at his maleness. Then he realized again that Dahlia still had a strong attraction for him, which made him punch the wall angrily.

He doesn't want to admit it - that Dahlia still has been the only woman who caught his attention. Her pure and innocent look while her body is hell captivating makes him want to make love with her every day.

Almost every man back then wanted her - something that drove him even crazier.

That despite the anger and hatred he feels for her, she still gets him without her knowledge - she still weakens him without her knowledge. She can still make him beg and kneel down just for her to kiss him.

Carter cussed repeatedly. He grabbed his mad maleness and started raising and lowering his hand. He closed his eyes as he imagined Dahlia's beautiful face.

After an hour of imagining wild things about her and a few minutes of showering, he came out of the bathroom only to find Dahlia still sleeping on his bed.

Claire was right then. Dahlia is not just a simple woman. Everyone wants her. Everyone wants to taste her and fantasize such wild things with her, yet here he is.

Carter pulled back her quilt and exposed her pure body to the air.

Her eyes were closed, her hands clenched beside her head, and her sleeping position was as pure as a baby. But her body curve is extremely mature and sexy. Her breasts stood upright in the air, and they were even covered with the traces of his kissing -- just over an hour ago, Carter was wantonly kneading and tasting them.

It wasn't until his phone rang that he was pulled out of his whirling thoughts. It should be the family doctor.

Carter took a final look at her body. Even in deep sleep, she seemed to feel his gaze, frowned uneasily and curled up.

Looking at her poor appearance, he suddenly smiled and gently covered her with a quilt.

How could a fuck her once be enough calm his anger?

"My dear Dahlia, it's not an end. This is just the beginning."