CHAPTER 153: CHAPTER 153: "RENEE, SAY YOU LOVE ME!

Renee couldn’t remember Jack Yates’ preferred position. Every time, she was left dizzy, with only one feeling afterward: this man’s strength was terrifying!

Practically inhuman!

He was naturally large; although she hadn’t seen others, she could judge from their difference that he was bigger than the average, because accepting him was always a struggle.

He also had incredible stamina, lasting at least thirty to forty minutes each time.

Renee had no idea what position he liked, only knowing he was as fierce as a wolf in these matters.

So she casually replied, "From behind then."

Jack Yates, with his sinister plan succeeding, smirked mischievously, "Good girl, you guessed right."

Seeing his playful, wicked smile, Renee blurted out, "I realize you’re quite like Caleb Yates, no wonder you two are uncle and nephew."

After speaking, she wished she could bite off her tongue!

As expected, Jack Yates’ eyes darkened, biting her lip suddenly.

What followed was Renee initially lying on the sofa for over half an hour, then being carried to bed, still in a kneeling position.

"Don’t compare me with other men." Jack Yates suddenly turned her body, his big hand grasping her waist, lifting her high and pressing her down heavily, "Don’t let there be a next time, understand?"

Renee, like a broken doll whose strings had been cut, was controlled by him, letting him toy with her at will.

"Understood." She looked at him with tearful eyes, weakly agreeing.

Jack Yates pressed her into his arms, kissing her lips, breathing heavily as he said, "Say you love me."

Renee didn’t speak, tightly pursing her lips, remaining silent as if she’d lost her voice.

Jack Yates pressed a hand on her waist forcefully: "Say it!"

Renee cried out, hurriedly biting her lower lip, looking at him with moist eyes, a stubborn expression that she wouldn’t say it no matter what.

Jack Yates turned her over again, each time heavier, forcing her domineeringly, "Say you love me, Renee, say you love me, say it!"

The word "say" seemed to come out with the force of a thousand pounds, cold and ruthless.

Renee reluctantly compromised, trembling as she said, "I-I love you."

"Love who?" Jack Yates pressed against her back, asking hoarsely.

"Love you." Renee said unsteadily, "I love you, Jack Yates."

Jack Yates pressed against her, chuckling deeply, "Say it again, baby, say it again."

Renee’s body went soft as she lay on the pillow and started crying.

Jack Yates supported himself with one hand beside her, the other gently caressing her pale, moist shoulder, breathing heavily as he asked, "Is loving me such a sad thing?"

Renee cried even harder.

Jack Yates sighed helplessly, "If you don’t love me, then you don’t, but don’t cry."

The next morning, after Renee got up, her eyes were inevitably swollen.

She stood in front of the washbasin, looking at her slightly swollen eyelids in the mirror, planning to wash her face with cold water. As she turned on the tap, a warm flow welled up inside her.

Upon calculation, her period had arrived.

After dealing with it, she dared not wash her face with cold water. She switched to hot water.

After washing her face, she went downstairs, clutching her stomach as she entered the dining room.

Jack Yates frowned slightly, "What’s wrong?"

Renee: "I got my period."

Jack Yates: "..."

Meeting Jack Yates’ deep gaze, Renee’s heart trembled. She quickly explained, "I didn’t do it on purpose. It’s that time of the month. I can’t control it. It was just unlucky timing for you coming back."

Seeing Jack Yates’ face not softening, she added quietly, "Besides, you did it so many times last night, it’s not like you missed out."

Last night, altogether there were six times.

On the bed, in the bathroom, on the sofa.

Including that time at the Prospect Hill hot spring pool.

The worst was the sofa, the lazy sofa she had just bought recently, made a mess all over.

This morning, she specifically looked at it, the pink sofa full of mottled stains, unusable, and could only be thrown away.

Jack Yates pulled out a chair for her, saying in a low voice, "I’ll hold that against you, make up for it in seven days."

After sitting down, Renee looked up at him, "What do you mean? How am I in debt to you?"

Jack Yates curved his lips, "If you don’t want to owe, then..." He leaned down, whispered in her ear, "Use the back."