On the third month after our breakup, my ex-boyfriend, Julius Rowe, pins me onto the bed and ravages me tirelessly. But the thing is, he used to be very gentle with me when it came to bedroom matters.

Scared out of my wits, I try to flee from him.

"Stop it! You weren't like this before!"

I dumped my boyfriend, Julius Rowe, with the excuse that we weren't compatible when it came to our intimate life.

He was a great guy, no doubt. In fact, he was an amazing caregiver.

It was just that he was too gentle with me in bed. Although I was immensely pleasured during each round, it just wasn't enough to satisfy me.

The breakup was swift. Julius stood where he was, his eyes already red-rimmed. Still, he didn't stop me from leaving.

He knew that stopping me was futile anyway. It wasn't like I'd stay for him.

Three months had passed since then. Yet, I kept thinking of Julius every now and then. This was definitely atypical of me. It bothered me so much that I decided to drown my troubles at a famous bar.

But I never expected to bump into Julius there. The server had invited him over to share the table with me. Every step he took rattled my heart to the core.

Despite my erratic heartbeat, I lifted my glass at him with faux calmness.

"It's been a long time since we last met. What a coincidence. Are you here to scope your surroundings for your next target?"

Julius took a seat next to me, his deep gaze pinned on me.

My smile was starting to become strained. I was about to set my glass down when he spoke up in an icy voice.

"It's been a long time, indeed."

After he clinked his glass against mine, Julius drained his drink instantly. He never responded to my question. We both ended up downing drink after drink together.

Neither of us spoke a word at all. The atmosphere between us was tense and awkward, to say the least.

My tolerance for alcohol had never been good, to begin with. Soon, I was starting to get tipsy. As I stared at Julius, I silently mapped his features and contours with my eyes.

I stared at his brows and eyes. Subconsciously, I noted how long his eyelashes were. The buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his chest.

I knew what Julius' chest was like. He'd often plastered his chest against my back in the past.

As my gaze traveled south, memories of the past began flooding my mind. My cheeks gradually turned crimson, and I couldn't help curling my fingers.

"What are you looking at?" Julius turned to look me in the eye.

The alcohol must have fried my brain and transformed my longing for him into a savage, uncontrollable beast. Without hesitation, I reached out to grab Julius by the collar and leaned over to kiss him.

He grabbed me by my hips instantly, allowing me to wind my arms around his neck while kissing him domineeringly. By the time we broke the kiss, my eyes were all glossed over.

"Julius, I'm about to get a room of my own. But the question is, do you have the guts to sleep with me?"

…

I had no doubt that Julius had a huge manhood. Of course I could never forget it. When I was pinned down on the bed in the hotel room, I finally realized what I'd said to Julius.

Why did I spout such nonsense without thinking it through?

I'd already broken up with Julius, yet I kept thinking about how big his manhood was! Now that I was drunk, I wanted to get laid with him!

Julius would be a total saint to not treat me as a lunatic at this point!

Before I knew it, my clothes were stripped off me, leaving me with my pants pooling around my knees. Now that the carnal tension between us was at an all-time high, it was impossible for us to call it quits.

It would be alright. It was just physical intimacy. Doing the deed with Julius would make me feel really good. He was very gentle with me in bed, so he'd never hurt me.

But obviously, I was wrong.

"Ahh! Julius, what the—?" I couldn't help screaming, my tears already welling up in my eyes.

I didn't know what had triggered Julius to make him this rough and ruthless in bed. We'd just gotten started, and yet I was already shaking like a leaf from the force.

Julius didn't say anything. He just pinned me down, his hips thrusting into me like a powerful engine. Occasionally, he'd flip me over. This made me feel as though I were a fish being flipped repeatedly on a frying pan.

"Stop it…" I panted out, my vision already blurred by tears. I couldn't help but keep gripping my pillow tightly.

Had Julius gone nuts? It was one thing to literally screw my senses out with his amazing techniques, but it was another to remain silent the whole time!

I kicked at him, hoping to shake him off me. Unfortunately, he was able to drag me back before punishing me with another deep thrust.

"Julius… Stop it…"

I was already dazed from the session at that point. Julius worked hard on me while clutching my hips tightly, making me unable to even wheeze out a word. The pleasure overwhelming my senses was so strong that my mind went blank the whole time.

Some time later, our ragged breathing was the only sound left in the room. When I tried to crawl over to the nightstand to grab a cigarette, my hand was already trembling violently. After sticking the cigarette between my lips, I tried lighting it up with my shaky hands but to no avail.

Before I could light my cigarette, I felt my ankle getting grabbed by Julius. To make it worse, my body was still sensitive from the climax.

My cigarette fell to the floor. I gripped the bedframe tightly while sobbing out, "I can't do this anymore… I don't want another round…"

Seriously, I'd die on this very bed at this rate. Julius' stamina and endurance were terrifying.

But he soon dragged me back to the center of the bed. Just like that, I was hurled back into a world of unbridled pleasure. As we went at it, I lost all strength in my legs and couldn't even maintain my position properly.

"You weren't like this before…"

I felt Julius' grip on my hips tighten considerably. A few moments later, he finally replied, "I didn't have the heart to do this to you in the past."

He didn't have the heart to do this to me in the past, huh?

Back then, Julius loved me more than anything in the world. Even when I broke up with him, he never explained his side of the story to me.

Julius flipped me on my back. Then, he grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under my lower back.

I panted so heavily that my body was practically shaking. Through my hazy vision, I could see Julius' silhouette wobbling violently before my eyes.

"So, you have the heart to torment me to no end now, huh?"

I had a feeling that Julius really wanted to kill me on this bed. After going through the first round with him, I no longer wanted to go through the second round.

Julius had long eyelashes. When he lowered his gaze, I couldn't see the emotions in his eyes.

He replied stoically, "Yeah. I have the heart to do it now."

Bitterness surged into my heart. I could feel tears pooling in my eyes, but I refused to yield to Julius.

So, I wrapped my legs around his powerful waist. A scoff escaped my lips before I said, "Break me, then."