Kidnapped by Love: My Ex Left , but a Mob Taught Him

"No! Don't kill me!"

The string in my mind finally snapped.

My will to live ignited a burst of courage.

With bound hands, I gripped him tightly.

Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at him, begging:

"Please, don't kill me."

"I'll find a way to get you the money."

"I really don't want to die in the next two years. Please."

The man lowered his eyes, gaze landing on my hands clinging to his.

He paused, eyebrows raised in curiosity, voice deep:

"What's wrong with dying in the next two years?"

I choked.

Was that the point?!

But I didn't dare not answer.

"B-Because," I lowered my head and muttered,

"The government's encouraging families to have three kids now."

"But young people generally don't want children."

"So if I die now, there's a high chance I'll reincarnate into an old-school family trying to have a third baby."

"I died young and didn't get to enjoy much in this life. Dying now just doesn't feel right."

He clearly froze.

His thin lips pressed into a line,

and the corners seemed to twitch with the hint of a smile.

I didn't notice.

Because by now the heat in my body was surging violently.

Trapped between the fear of death and of being violated by multiple men,

I quickly assessed the few cards I had left to survive.

Then, with all the courage I could muster,

I leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips:

"I'll be obedient. I won't resist."

"Whatever you want to do to me. it's fine."

The entire warehouse fell into dead silence.

The man's eyes darkened suddenly.

His Adam's apple moved slightly.

He said nothing.

I bit my lip,vaguely sensing a sliver of hope.

Bound hands lifted and fell again, wrapping around his neck.

Then I kissed him once more.

But the man gently gripped my neck and pushed me back,

putting distance between us.

He stared into my eyes, his gaze deep and unreadable:

"I wasn't planning to kill you."

"There's still time to back out. I'll find you another man."

"But once you follow me, there's no turning back."

The heat surged higher. My eyes were already glazed.

I pressed myself into his chest and shook my head:

"I'll follow you."

"No regrets."

If I'm destined to lose everything-at least let me choose someone handsome.

The next second,my lips were seized.

The man clutched the back of my head.

In the hotel bathroom, the shower roared down.

Heavy breathing and moans of passion made the air grow hotter and hotter.

My hands were pulled up above my head, my body pressed against the wall as the man took me fiercely.

Yet his fingers still had the mind to play with the ring on my hand, his lips curling in amusement:

"A flower already taken, and still daring to seduce me?"

"You really think I'm some kind of good guy?"

"Mm."

Warm water blurred my vision. My whole body was limp, barely able to stand, my mind drifting into a haze.

"No one. the ring. don't. don't want it anymore."

"Heh, no wonder it's your first time?"

The man chuckled hoarsely against my lips and removed the ring:

"You don't want it? Then give it back to him."

He let go of my arms. I slid downward helplessly, quickly wrapping myself around his muscular back.

My moans came out broken and disordered.

"Jasper Lancaster. That's my name," he whispered beside my ear, voice low and seductive. "Say it."

"Ah!" I screamed as my nails raked down his back. "Jasper Lancaster."