Beiming Han leaned back lazily in his chair, puffing on his cigarette. The little girl from yesterday might have found him too hurtful, attacking his neck with her bites...
But instead of being bothered by the pain, it actually fueled his excitement...
He never imagined that he could lose control to such an extreme degree. He drove her to her limits all night yesterday; if it weren't for her pitiful condition, he still wouldn't have let her off by now.
Her body was soft and warm, giving him a sense of satisfaction that he greedily claimed...
Now, to his surprise, he felt grateful that she had been drugged that night and stumbled into his arms. What if she had run into another man instead...
The thought of her under another man sent him into a murderous rage...
Then unfamiliar emotions started sprouting within him, it seemed like... fear...
