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Vinorca Jona POV

My eyes widened as a slap landed on my cheek, making me spit blood onto his bare chest. I watched it slide down his abs.

"You're right, I am a bastard. This is how you make me wet? You still have the guts to spit on me like this?" He narrowed his eyes.

What was he expecting from me? Without warning, he slapped me, and he thinks I can just take it? It's not in my control! I screamed internally, my cheek throbbing. It felt like my cheekbone might be fractured from the force of slap.

"Eyes on me, not my body. Bunny, you don't deserve to see something so heavenly," he mocked. I raised my head, trying to maintain eye contact. No way in hell did I want to get slapped again. Another hit might shatter my cheek completely.

"Now tell me, how are you going to clean this, Bunny?" he questioned.

'I’d love to clean it with acid,' I thought to myself. Oh, how I wished I could say that to his face. I wanted to pour something on him so he'd feel the same burning sensation I felt now.