The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Pain

Olive frowned, and licked her lips which was now stained with blood.

Soon, Elvis regained some clarity. The blood which he had tasted from her mouth gave

him an impulse which made him feel like he had fallen into an abyss.

“Don’t touch me.” Elvis quickly got up and walked into the bathroom. “Go go sleep.” He

locked the bathroom door.

Everytime he fell ill, he would push her away. Olive knew the inviolable pride and dignity

of a man like him. However, he couldn’t save himself.

He locked himself up, making the situation worse.

Olive reached out and knocked on the door,

Elvis, open the door. I have some medical experience. I can help you. I know you’re in This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

pains right now. Open the door and let me see you.”

In the bathroom. Elvis stood beside the washbasin. The faucet was turned on, and the

cold water flowed out.

There was still her sweet taste in his mouth, which made him very excited. He raised

his head and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were covered with a bloodthirsty

gloomy and terrifying aura.

The room was engulfed with silence, and only Olive’s beckoning voice was heard.

Elvis turned off the tap and walked over to the door. Olive was about to knock when the

door suddenly opened.

“Elvis, how are you?”

Olive met his reddened eyes, as he stared at her gloomily. His gaze were like that of a

beast staring at it’s prey.

“Elvis…”

Elvis looked at her and said huskily,

“I’ll give you one last chance. Go out.”

Olive shook her head slowly.

“I’m not leaving.”

Elvis grabbed her slender wrist and threw her into the soft bed with a few strides.

Olive felt a little dizzy. A big thud was felt on the bed, as Elvis collapsed into it.

He took out a black leather belt and tied her two slender wrists to the edge of the bed.

Olive struggled for a while.

“Elvis, what are you doing? Don’t be this way. Let me go!”

Elvis moved to her neck and bit her veins. Olive let out a loud scream.

Soon, his big hand landed on the button of her pyjamas and he pulled it open. He

started to chew on it, as he was obsessed with the smell.

Olive struggled at first, but she soon realized that her struggles only deepen his desire

to dominate. So she bit her tongue in pain, not allowing herself to make a sound.

He felt his hands slid down from her waist. Her eyes shrank and she quickly said,

“Elvis, no!”

Elvis heard her weak voice and looked up at her. Olive’s beautiful hair was scattered on

the snow white pillow.

Elvis lowered his head and kissed her red lips. Olive didn’t evade, she probed carefully.

“Elvis, I promise to be obedient, can you let me go? It hurts.”

With her coaxing voice sounding tenderly, Elvis’s hostility lessened a bit. He reached

out and untied the black belt.

Olive moved her little hand and placed it under the pillow. Her needles were under the

pillow.

Elvis was even faster. He pressed her hand down and his sharp and hoarse voice

muttered,

“What do you want to do?”

He was quite alert. The slightest movement could startle him. Olive opened her hand

and inserted her needle into his index finger.

“Your mouth is very good at deceiving people, you little liar.” Elvis’s rough thumb

pressed against her lips.

Elvis rolled over and collapsed on the bed. Olive pulled out her silver needle from his

hand, then she sat up.

Several buttons of her pyjamas were broken, and her greasy white skin was now

covered in wounds. Olive got up and went into the bathroom.

She stood in front of the washstand and looked at herself. Her face was as pale as

piece of paper. The pain in her body and the excessive blood loss made her eyes blurry.

She reached out and covered the place on her neck where he had bitten. He had left a

tooth mark.

If anyone saw her in her current state, they were definitely going to call the police.

Olive took the toothbrush and started brushing her teeth. After brushing for some time,

she felt her gum burn, so she stopped.

After leaving the bathroom, Olive went back to the bed and lay beside Elvis. She didn’t

leave, for she feared that something bad would happen to him at night.

His condition was worse than she had imagined. His keen sense of smell was even

more frightening.

Olive’s hair was a total mess. She lay down and didn’t move. She was afraid that she

would wake him up and then startle Mrs. Samantha.

Elvis stretched out, Olive quickly held her breathe. Olive’s face was close to his chest.

She could hear his heart beat. She had shortly drifted off to sleep.

Olive’s eyes fluttered open at five in the morning. Elvis was still sleeping. She stood up,

and got out of the bed. She wrapped herself tightly in a coat and left the Red Villa.

The servants in the Red Villa would be awaken soon. She had to leave before they

woke, otherwise the injuries. would not be concealed.

She didn’t go to North’s apartment, for she didn’t want her seeing it. Although North and

Olive were more like sisters, Olive didn’t dare to inform her of Elvis’s condition. So she

headed to the Ivory Council instead.