"Stand up."
Upon hearing those words, Sylvia came back to her senses and looked up at Adrian.
She tried to stand, but her legs trembled, and she stumbled back.
Noticing this, Adrian grabbed her hand and pulled her up.
As she stood up, blood began to flow back into her legs.
Following that, Adrian also got up, walked behind Sylvia, and hugged her silently with his left arm around her stomach.
Then, he propped her chin up with his other hand and whispered in her ear.
"I'm glad you locked the doors—now, even if you want, you will not be able to run away."
Hearing those dominant, provocative words, Sylvia felt her breathing quicken.
She was the lamb who had come to the lion's den that was Adrian—and she had even locked the doors herself.
Which means, it was inevitable for the sheep to get eaten.
Slick!
"Ahnng...!"
Sylvia trembled and moaned as Adrian kissed, and licked the back of her neck, which was exposed after he pushed her hair aside.
