Melanie threw the little girl, who had fainted from the pain, back onto the bed. She took two steps forward and slowly walked towards Credence. She resisted his icy cold stare and reached into his shirt with her hand. She pressed it against his strong chest, stood on her tiptoes, and blew into his ear, "Credence, take me. I'm not half as bad as Dorothy." After that, under his gaze, she raised her hand and placed it on his tight, chiseled chest. The moment she touched him, Credence grabbed her wrist, turned her around, and using his body, pinned her on the door. His chest was resting against her back. The hem of her skirt was lifted up and using his other large hand, he pinched her waist. Melanie gasped from the pain, but she didn't show any signs of discomfort, nor did she enhance her struggle. She allowed him to firmly pinch her wrist. Then a cold sense of dissatisfaction passed through her eyes. "Credence, if you don't want to, then don't do it. Why must you b
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