Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 729: Fucking Lucia In Alley

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Wang Jian's grip tightened on Lucía's hips as he pinned her against the rough brick wall of the alley. The cold night air sent a shiver down her spine, but the warmth of his hands and the burning sensation of his desire against her skin soon overtook any discomfort she might have felt.

Lucía's mind was foggy, clouded by the wine she had drunk throughout the evening, but there was a flicker of awareness within her that told her this situation wasn't quite right. Her body trembled, not just from the alcohol, but from the mixture of fear and anticipation that surged through her veins. "Wang... maybe we should go back to the hotel..." she murmured, her voice weak and slurred.

But Wang Jian had no intention of stopping. He had been playing this game all night, patiently pushing her boundaries, flirting with her, making her drunker with every glass, knowing exactly what he was doing. His eyes gleamed with lust as he leaned over her, pressing his chest against her back, trapping her between his body and the cold wall.

"You've been teasing me all night, Lucía," he growled into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "It's time I showed you just how crazy you've been driving me."

Lucía whimpered softly, her hands pressed against the wall for balance as she felt Wang Jian's hands slide over her body, exploring her curves with a possessive hunger. His fingers found the hem of her dress, tugging it up to expose more of her thighs, more of her skin to the cool night air.

"Wang, please..." she whispered, though she didn't know if she was asking him to stop or to keep going. The alcohol had dulled her senses, making it hard to think, to resist. Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch in ways she couldn't control.

Wang Jian chuckled darkly at her plea, his hands moving up to her waist as he pulled her closer to him. "Don't pretend you don't want this, Lucía," he said, his voice low and rough. "I can feel how your body reacts to me... how you're trembling with anticipation."

Lucía's breath hitched in her throat, a small gasp escaping her lips as Wang Jian's hands roamed over her curves, his fingers brushing over her panties. Her mind screamed at her to stop this, to push him away, but her body had other ideas. Her pulse quickened, her skin tingling under his touch, and she couldn't deny the heat that was building between her legs.

"You've been driving me crazy all night," Wang Jian muttered, his voice barely a whisper as his lips grazed her ear. "That dress... the way it hugs your body... I've been thinking about getting you like this since the moment I saw you."

Lucía shivered, her mind spinning with conflicting emotions. She could feel his erection pressing against her, hard and insistent, and a part of her wanted to give in to the desire coursing through her. But another part of her-the part that still clung to some semblance of control-knew this was wrong, that she was in no state to make a clear decision.

"Wang... I..." she tried to protest again, but her words were cut off by the feeling of his hand slipping under her dress, pulling her panties aside.

In an instant, Wang Jian positioned himself behind her, pressing her harder against the wall as he tugged down his pants. Lucía's eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she realized what was about to happen.

Before she could say anything more, Wang Jian thrust into her, filling her completely in one swift, forceful motion. The suddenness of it made her cry out, her body jerking against the wall as she felt him deep inside her.

"Fuck, Lucía," Wang Jian groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he started moving, thrusting into her with an intensity that matched his desire. "You feel so good... so tight."

Lucía bit her lip, her fingers digging into the brick wall in front of her as she tried to steady herself. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, pleasure, and regret, but her body was responding to him in ways she couldn't control. Each thrust sent a wave of sensation through her, making it harder to think, harder to resist.

She closed her eyes, her breathing ragged as she let out soft moans, her body moving in time with Wang Jian's. It was rough, it was intense, and there was a part of her that hated how much she was enjoying it.

"You like that, don't you?" Wang Jian growled, his hands sliding up her sides to squeeze her breasts through the fabric of her dress. "You like it when I take you like this, when you can't do anything but let me fuck you."

Lucía whimpered, her head spinning as Wang Jian's words washed over her. She didn't want to admit it, but there was a part of her-deep down, buried beneath the alcohol and the lust- that did like it. The raw, animalistic nature of it. The way he dominated her, took control of her body as if she was his to use.

Wang Jian grinned wickedly as he continued to thrust into her, his pace quickening with each passing moment. He could feel her body responding to him, her walls tightening around him, her moans growing louder. "That's it, Lucía," he muttered, his lips brushing against her ear. "Give in to it. Let me break you."

Lucía's mind was a mess of conflicting emotions, but her body had already surrendered. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, the heat pooling between her legs, and she knew she was close. Too close.

"Wang... please..." she gasped, her voice breathy and desperate.

Wang Jian chuckled darkly, his hands moving to grip her hips tighter as he pounded into her with relentless force. "You're mine, Lucía," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I'm going to make sure you never forget this."

With one final, powerful thrust, Wang Jian pushed Lucía over the edge. She cried out, her body trembling as the orgasm washed over her, overwhelming her senses and leaving her breathless. Wang Jian wasn't far behind, and with a low groan, he came inside her, his grip on her hips tightening as he rode out his own release.

For a few moments, the only sounds in the alley were their heavy breathing and the distant hum of the city around them. Wang Jian finally pulled out, stepping back and adjusting his pants with a satisfied smirk on his face.

Lucía remained against the wall, her body still trembling, her mind struggling to process everything that had just happened. She felt used, violated, but at the same time, there was a lingering sense of satisfaction that she couldn't quite shake.

"See, wasn't that fun?" Wang Jian said casually, his voice filled with amusement as he straightened his jacket.

Lucía didn't respond immediately. She was too drained, both physically and emotionally, to

say anything. When she finally turned around, her eyes were filled with a mixture of shame and confusion. "Wang... why did you...?" she began, but the words caught in her throat.

Wang Jian stepped forward, cupping her face in his hand, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "You wanted this, Lucía," he said softly, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it."

Lucía bit her lip, her eyes dropping to the ground. She didn't know what to say. A part of her knew he was right-her body had responded to him, and she had climaxed. But the way it had happened, the way he had taken control, left her feeling hollow and confused.

"Come on," Wang Jian said, stepping back and offering her a hand. "Let's get out of here. I'll take you back to the hotel."

Lucía hesitated for a moment, but eventually, she nodded and took his hand. Together, they left the dark alley, Wang Jian leading her back toward the lights of the city. He wore a smug expression, fully aware that he had completely dominated her, body and mind.

As they walked, Lucía remained quiet, her mind still spinning with everything that had just happened. She couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them—that she had lost a part of herself to him. And deep down, she knew that she would never be the

same again.

Wang Jian guided Lucía back to her hotel room, his arm casually wrapped around her waist as they walked through the dimly lit streets. The weight of what had just happened in the alley clung to Lucía like a dark cloud, but she was too exhausted, too overwhelmed, to resist. Her thoughts were tangled, and she found herself leaning on Wang Jian for support, her body still trembling from the intense encounter they had just shared.

They entered the hotel lobby, and Wang Jian flashed a charming smile at the receptionist as

they walked past, making sure Lucía kept her head down, avoiding any eye contact. She was disoriented, her mind struggling to keep up with the events of the night, but Wang Jian had a clear plan in mind. He tightened his grip on her waist, leading her to the elevator.