Chapter 8

　　The power of his possession increased unabated and the extreme pain spread even to the depths of her bones. 　　Angelica’s body was like a balloon that had been pierced. Her slender fingers pierced through the suit of excellent texture, scratching John’s broad back. 　　“Oh, a sign of dissatisfaction, it seems Michael Feng has not made you happy, huh?” 　　Even in the dark, he still can't conceal his jealous and frantic deep eyes, like a sharp blade. 　　"Don't be so dirty-minded, nothing had happened with--" 　　Her vocal cords were hit intermittently by John Jiang, and she pleaded softly. "John Jiang, it’s painful! Please, stop...” 　　“Did you beg the men you slept with to stop?” He laughed even as he thrust harder. “Angelica, you really fooled me. I really thought you were special.” With each word, he added more force as if to kill her. 　　He hated her so much, if his anger could burn her to death she’d be ashes by now. 　　He disregarded