"Mr. President, let’s... just separate ." Let’s be quiet, don’t get so close!
Some words had angered him again, without a second thought, he grabbed her wrist with his big hand and pulled her towards him.
"Separate?" He smirked, "Woman, you’re so insensible."
Needing discipline, huh?
He was more than happy.
Wasn’t that man sleeping with her every day? Alright! Stirring things up, huh? He was more than willing to discipline this little woman!
Daring to even mention the word ’separate’.
Did she want to escape like a fairy? Hmm?!
"Little Eva Nightingale, don’t cry and beg me tonight."
He barked at her in anger, then disregarded all consequences and overwhelmed her with his presence.
His cold lips suddenly bit onto her small mouth, biting lightly or heavily.
But he didn’t give any chance, once more his big hand grabbed her little hand, firmly pinning it above her.
Then with his other hand, he untied the belt of his bathrobe from his waist, impatiently pressing down on her.
Why resist, when clearly feeling it...
"Lucas Knight... no..."
Outside, the night was lit with dazzling neon lights.
Inside, the temperature was high, with clothes scattered everywhere!
His handsome forehead was covered in fine sweat, looking at her with satisfaction, little thing, weren’t you quite tough? Tough, right? Continue being tough, why don’t you have the courage now!
Still, she was conquered, submissive.
Now clinging to his waist, unwilling to let go...
"Ugh, bastard... big bastard, huh?"
Pushing away the man on top of her, she was so furious she was going crazy! Bastard bastard! Bastard!
He had gotten up initially, ’still upset’, he returned again, pressing down once more!
"Ugh, what do you want now?"
What did he want? He pulled her over directly, another overwhelming kiss.
Unsure how much time passed.
Eva Nightingale fell asleep.
He finally calmed down, carrying her into the bathroom, and soon carried her out again.
I told you long ago, don’t be tough with me, alright? Is it alright now, hmm?
He had pampered her so much!
No reason, honestly, her taste was truly sweet, truly beautiful, so sweet.
Eva Nightingale opened her eyes, got up, and found herself soft all over, covered in red marks like strawberries.
The first thought in her mind.
She grabbed a coat and ran! She never wanted to see him again!
She walked to Nightfall Palace downstairs, hailed a taxi, and went back to Villa No. 8...
Just as she got out of the car to return to the villa, there came a cold voice from the man behind her: "Where is the dear going?"
Last night, clinging to his waist, not letting go.
He didn’t dare to use force, she was the one holding onto him. He thought she had settled down, but who knew... she’d run away once awake?
If it weren’t for the man inside his body messing around last night, how would he have wanted her?
That man still wanted to return, making pointless struggles in his body!
He even wanted to fight him for Olivia, dreaming in broad daylight?
"Little silly Olivia, come here." He reached out, "Don’t make me say it a second time, hear me?"
"Hmm..." The woman pouted her lips, taking off her high heels and throwing them at him, "Bastard!" A domineering and unreasonable man, yet she had no way with him!