There was a "bang", it was suspected to be the sound of a heavy objects hitting the ground, and the quietly falling snow around could not cover the blood that had been oozing from the ground, spreading like ink.

The man was covered with dirt and bathed in blood, holding the stiff body in his arms, unexpectedly looking harmonious, quiet and beautiful like a painting.

In the minimalist black and white bedroom, only the side of the bed was shining with a weak orange light.

Darius opened the woman's thighs, holding the swelling and painful meat stick, when he was about to rush in, Cara woke up.

"Ah! No, who are you, let me go!" Cara was in a daze, and when she woke up, she was still not sober, and found that she was stripped of his clothes and pressed under someone. The man was only half a step away. The meat stick was almost inserted.

She arched her knees subconsciously, raised her leg and quickly attacked the man three inches below the lower abdomen, but the man's speed was obviously better. Before she kicked him with her foot, she was stopped by a powerful force that she could not counter.

"Cara what do you want? I'm not interested in playing with you now." The man directly folded her leg and pulled her to his side.

Suddenly, a raspy and cold voice sounded, and Cara's body shook abruptly. This was the same indifferent tone. This familiar tone seemed to be the one who would leave for the laboratory in the next second, exactly the same as that person.

With the faint light, she finally saw the appearance of the person on her body, and she couldn't help but shudder, "You are...Darius Kingston!"

Cara squeezed fist, her nails digging into her palms, her previous life flashed on her eyes. Darius looked savage and violent, he clenched her neck tightly, as if he was walking on thorns all the way, covered in blood, a demon coming from hell, and he grinned at her who was already stunned. "Cara, don't you know, your legs are mine."

At this time, Darius's throat was rolled and his deep eyes were on her face. Anyone would know that even the little girl who actively went to his bed is afraid.

Just why?

She was suddenly afraid of him.

But he thought that he had never done anything that scared her.

When he saw her for the first time, he thought that how could someone be so alive. Her watery peachy eyes drooped slightly as if they were drunk or not, as if crying and laughing. Although the corners of her mouth were slightly rolled up, her eyes were slightly raised.

Like the cat he picked up for experiments when he was young, it made people feel rage for no reason. He kind of wanted to see how angry she was right away, and put her in a formalin container in the laboratory. It may be equally attractive to make dry specimens after sterilizations.

However, since she was afraid of him, he didn't need to wrong himself.

Drius squeezed her waist, reached the position of the flower mouth, and rushed in.

Darius squeezed her waist, reached the position of the flower mouth, and rushed in.

The hard meat stick pierced through the thin film without mercy, and the little girl's scream cut through the night, "Ah... Painful..."

Darius heard her screaming. He stopped moving, withdrew a little and leaned over to look at the junction between the two of them. Although it was not obvious under the faint yellow light, he keenly saw a strange liquid sticking to the meat stick.

His sense of smell has always been sensitive, and this rust-like smell is actually very easy to arouse the animal desires in his heart, but his concentration is very good, and it will not be noticed.

Darius stretched out his finger and scraped his blood-stained meat stick. Under Cara's horrified gaze, he put it in his mouth calmly, licked it, raised his eyes and looked at her with a smile, "It tastes good."

Darius was a lunatic, and it took Cara a whole life of lessons to understand this fact.

She couldn't help but be resentful. Since fate gave her a chance to come back, why didn't she come back earlier, long before she provoked him.

Darius has never had the experience of being wrapped in a female body. In his opinion, such a lump of meat is actually no different from the food he eats on ordinary days. It is a composition of protein and fat.

But at this moment, he was puzzled. The girl's body was scorching hot, and he could see that she was weak. The delicate flesh flaps tightly around his giant stick, and the layers of flesh were unconsciously stretched. It was like several of small mouth were stuck in it and sucking him, and he could hardly move.

The sweet and light fragrance of the girl lingered on the tip of his nose and seemed to be more effective than the reagent ether in the laboratory. After all, he had studied his resistance to ether, and within two minutes after contact, he could remain absolutely awake.

Unlike her. She just lays undressed here, her peachy eyes are slightly pointed, the soft chest that can be held with one hand are decorated with pink buds, there is no trace of fat on the lower abdomen, and her opened legs was able to shake his mind.

This is not good. Darius instinctively perceives the danger, but this rare sense of danger makes him feel excited, as if a wild beast lurking in the jungle for a long time meets its prey, and the conquest and possessiveness have overcome everything.

Darius couldn't wait for her to adapt, he had already shrunk his hips and buried himself on her body, thrusting violently.

Seeing her resistance, Darius felt a little disappointed. He still prefers the little girl a few minutes ago, lying on him with her bare a*ss, deliberately seducing him with her eyes. He suddenly slapped her bu*ttocks in an unpleasant manner, and ordered, "Raise your bu*tt, keep your legs open in this position."

Darius was angry at the little girl's fickleness. He didn't know that Cara's soul has been changed, replaced by the one who had been injected with listeria, but had no choice but to spend ten years in a wheelchair and fell into despair.

He doesn’t even know how much effort the little girl took to eat his meat stick. Her thighs were put into a straight shape, and the pink and tender pu*ssy that had never been shown were exposed without any obstruction. She trembled. The meat stick pushed the pu*ssy to the limit, and the folds in the young flower hole were all torn apart, in order to make more space to accommodate him.

She looked at him, quite self-sufficient, treating everyone calmly and indifferently, a kaolin flower that could not be touched, no one could imagine him in bed like this.

Darius, who had taken off his clothes and lost his glasses, added some terrifying evil feeling for no reason, which made people panic.

The green veins were abnormally bulging and wrapped around her soft body, and the huge and straight object emerging from under his tight abdominal muscles, looking ugly and hideous, kept tossing the fragile and sensitive flower hole.

Cara felt very tormented, her lower body seemed to be rolled over by a blade. Except for pain, she could not feel anything else, she suppressed her voice and pleaded bitterly, "No, don't move. Please pull out first, okay? I... It hurts."

Of course he won't listen.

With the sword out of its sheath, a man who has just tasted sex for the first time would not be so easily relieved and satisfied.

Her resistance and pleading did not play any role. The little girl’s low sobbing sound was counterproductive, like spring flocks brushing his ears, stimulating the meat stick in her flower hole, making it swell a bit. The small hole was opened again, and the thick pe*nis smashed in and out like a hungry wolf, hitting the softest part of her, reaching the mouth of the ute*rus several times.

Cara wanted to cry without tears, and the tearing pain made her twist her body and gasp. Now she can hardly even speak. He is a beast!

Her whole body arched backward, she raised her head, the tender bre*ast stood upright, the ni*pple came out quietly, and the man could reach it by bending his mouth slightly. She groaned helplessly, she couldn't distinguish the feeling, whether it brought her pain or pleasure.

The little girl’s teardrops were still hanging on her eyelashes and she shrank her bu*ttocks timidly to make his penetration easier, "It hurts, I don’t want it... I feel like I’m going to die... Please spare me, I will die... I really will die!"

Darius's eyes flickered, feeling that something he couldn't control was exploding in his mind, "Cara, never beg me with this kind of voice in bed." I'm afraid I can't bear it. I might really kill you.

He freed his hand all the way down, stroking the place where she was crying out of pain. He was afraid that it was really a little bit painful, but he knew too much about the body's tolerance. The dampness gradually overflowing in the middle of her legs can't deceive people. "Little liar, you're so wet. You just don't want to be obedient and let me fu*ck, huh?"

The thick meat stick was thru*sting and stirring back and forth in her tender hole. The faster he moved, the heavier the force, like a boulder crashing into a mountain..

Cara’s fingertips sunk into his arms, and the intense ple*asure brought by the friction between the meat stick seemed to overwhelm her, and the restless pe*nis is clamped tightly in her flower hole, trembling and squirting hot love liquid.

Upon seeing this, Darius directly bit the budding ni*pple and grinded it with his teeth. Finally, when he almost tore off her ni*pple, he couldn't help but find his release.

Cara breathed a sigh of relief.

The man had no intention of quitting, and he refused to leave the flower hole that he occupied.

"Well, you go away, it's so full..."

He pulled out of her body, and Cara had no time to react. He grabbed her waist, lifted it, turned her over, and she was suddenly kneeling in front of him.

Darius quickly approached, bent over her back, bit her earlobe and said, "Let's do it again."

The woman's groan and moans occupied the whole room again.

...

He took out the huge meat stick buried in her cunt, which was still dripping with turbid and white thick liquid. Darius glanced down in disgust, turned over from her back, stepped out of the bed, and went to the bathroom.

About half an hour later, Darius put on a bathrobe and came out. The band of the bathrobe was tied into a neat knot, and even the wrinkles on the corners were smoothed.

He raised his leg and walked a few steps, staring condescendingly at the little girl curled up in a ball between the bed, hugging his quilt.

Darius raised his eyebrows, thinking about what to weigh, before leaning down and hugging her sideways.

The bathtub was full of hot water. The girl looked aggrieved, collapsing softly in the bathtub, and buried herself in the water. He clearly saw the white turbidity come out from her lower body, and the flower hole was red due to him. It was too late to close, and the water flowed in.

His eyes did not leave her from start to finish, and the little girl inadvertently revealed a fatal temptation, bringing out the beast that was dormant in the dark corner again.

Regardless of the wet robe, Darius reached out to the water and po*ked on the center of her legs.

The little girl's tightly closed eyes opened quickly, like a frightened young deer. But she was helpless, and her resisting movement made her lie flat and fell into the water. The water overflowed her ears, the tip of her nose, and her red and swollen lips.

His adam's apple rolled, his deep eyes stayed on the water.

She fluttered in the water, struggling. She was too weak, and was fu*cked by him for so long, and it was futile. The shallow water could trap her.

Suddenly, Darius didn't really want to soak her in formalin. It seemed like if he did, she would not be interesting anymore.

At least that's what he thought now.

He was completely immersed in this mood and couldn't help himself, and finally pulled her up when she gradually stopped moving.

He watched as she gasped for breath, drawing air greedily and desperately.

What a pity.

His swollen desire slowly raised its head in the bathrobe.

The feeling of losing control frequently made him feel uncomfortable, but he also felt a little strange. Aside from the various reagent test tubes, he had rarely encountered things that aroused his interest.

Darius took his time slowly. Unhurriedly unwrapping her bathrobe, revealing a strong chest. The muscles are not as ripped as those of a bodybuilder, but his is the capable type.

The man drained the water in the bathtub and raised her left leg. He hugged her from the front, and Cara was forced to stand up with one foot, and her hands were against the wall on the side.

Ten years of hysteria. She hadn't felt her legs for ten years, and although she could feel them trembling now, and even in this situation, seeing the culprit stand in front of her, Cara finally lost control.

The corners of her eyes fluttered like petals, soft and seductive, her hot tears falling on her face at the same time.

"Why do you cry so much, huh?" Darius narrowed his eyes and rubbed her brows.

Although he has very high IQ, he lacks basic human empathy. But at this moment, he seems to understand Cara.

The scorching and firm meat stick squeezed inside her cu*nt that had not been completely drained from the lustful water.

She was too young and too nervous. Even though her insides were already very wet, the mad still had difficulty getting in. With every inch, the flesh of her *refused to accommodate him and loosen up. But then, it was no match for the strength of the man.

Following the man's action, almost half of her body leaned on his shoulders. He easily supported her little a*ss, and sprinted fiercely without restraint against her soft and de*epest place.

In the violent storm and rain, she could only follow the current, letting him continue to lead her through the stormy waves.

She moved her dry lips, tired and feebly speaking.

Darius turned her head awkwardly, leaned in and licked her lips.

The taste is not bad.

At dawn, the man finally satisfied his lust.

The girl lowered her head in the water.

The originally fair and delicate body was now covered with terrible bruises, especially her waist and shoulders. They had a black and purple fingerprints, which was particularly shocking.

She was 42 years old when she passed away in her last life. After all kinds of hardships in life, she also stood in the pinnacle, attracting countless people.

She really couldn't understand her own self when she was 18 years old. She was so crazy and passionately in love with someone, and she made herself a fool.

Darius stared at her pale face, his heart trembled, and seems to care when he said, "Don't go to the other night classes today, and I have a seven o'clock class at room 305. I'll leave you a space."

If it was four or five hours Ago, Cara would have been grateful that she would jump from the bathtub and hug him.

But now, she sat stiffly in the bathtub, and the man is standing outside and has begun to organize himself.

She took a deep breath and frowned nervously. After thinking about it for a long time, she murmured, "Skipping classes in freshman year is not good."

She still went to a class that had nothing to do with her major. A class in organic chemistry.

Darius now seemed to be a little different from the one in her previous life.

She vaguely remembered that she took the initiative to create an encounter in the previous life, and seduced him countless times before he responded to her.

Cara had made up her mind that she would not show up in front of him in the future, and would absolutely retreat and ran away so that he would not notice her again.

"Huh?" He leaned over and hooked her chin.

Her words obviously lacked credibility. Who didn't know that Cara insisted on enrolling in an elective course in order to get close to Darius, and even asked the seniors for help.

What kind of beauty is she? She ran up to the senior and looked at him with tears in her eyes. Her peach eyes soaked with teardrops seemed to be able to speak, and the face was so delicate that people couldn't move their eyes. Which man can bear it?

The senior nodded like a ghost, and then she reached out to wipe away her tears as the senior's girlfriend appeared.

Since then, Cara became famous in the university.

Taking elective courses is hard enough, but who made Darius's class hard to take? He is the school's specially appointed doctoral teacher, a master who spans three majors, bacteriology, chemistry, and microbiology. It is rare for him to teach undergraduates. This is the only public class that he teaches. Let alone students, few teachers even came to observe.

This cold snort made Cara's body tremble, and he whispered, "Okay."

Darius's mouth curled up, and he squeezed her waist, which was soft. She looked thin, but felt good to the touch. He secretly estimated the size of her bones, and asked, "Are you scared of me?"

He was right. Her eyes looked like they saw a ghost.

Cara really wanted to nod in order to not provoke him.

She felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

What can she do, cry and beg him not to poison her?

Or die with him?

However, she was not reconciled. This body was only 18 years old. She could run and jump, her father was kind and loving, and her life had just began.

The 31 years old Darius has not yet come to her as he did when he was 45, and stretched out his hand, "Long time no see. Congratulations, big stat. Let's have a meal together?"

"Okay. Long time no see, great scientist."

The mature man and woman shook hands quickly, and smiled at each other.

Cara didn't notice then, that the man's eye was seeped with poison.

After all, she is an actor with more than ten years of acting career in her previous life. She quickly recovered her emotions, trembled, and closed her eyes. She leaned over and hugged his thigh, "I like you so much, but you suddenly did it with me, and then did it hard. I kept hurting and I was also very scared.

Darius subconsciously wanted to get rid of her, but before he could think about it, he stiffened and made a decision.

The girl was already pretty, but not she pouted aggrieved and spoked, her voice scratching his heart.

Darius thought that it was unavoidable. He thought to himself, she might look courageous but she was still the little girl who knew nothing about the world. This was the first time that she was frightened and shy, and it was normal for her to be scared. Besides, he saw her fear. He was really cruel, and he believed her explanation.

He didn't notice it himself, but he could think about what it would feel to be in her place.

"It won't be like that next time." He pursed his lips, thinking of the crazy scene on the bed and bathroom just now.

However, those words made Cara feel cold. Next time...

Who wants to have another time with him. Is she really going to be like her past life? Sitting on a wheelchair, like a miserable person?

In truth, if it weren't for Darius's visit before her death, Cara's memory of him would actually be very faint. An 18-year-old girl could fall in love frivolously, and in the next years, she would not remember the person anymore.

She really didn't understand how she had offended Darius and caused him to harm her for more than ten years.

Cara didn't blame herself for too long.

The man had already walked out of the bathroom and soon changed into sportswear and came back. It seemed that he was about to go out, "Clean yourself up."

Leaving after getting what he wants. Such a ruthless act.

It's a pity that Darius is not a normal person. His willingness to allow Cara to invade his private space is already an exception.

Cara reluctantly fixed herself up and found that Darius was no longer in the house.

The messy sheets and quilts on the bed disappeared, leaving her clothes neatly folded and stacked on the cabinet.

The apartment is not big, with only a few monotonous pieces of furniture in one room and living room, which looks snappy.

But Cara knew that Darius is not poor.

The reagents for his doctoral researches in his laboratory are all privately sponsored by him.

Reagents. She only came into contact with oxide, alkali, acids, salt, etc. in middle school, which shouldn't be too expensive.

At that time, he said lightly, "Oh, they only cost three to four hundred thousand for one gram..."