She desperately retracted her hand behind her and tried to keep her voice low, whispering softly, "Baron Lawrence, let me go."
"You think I would let go?" His voice was husky and sensual.
Enna Clark didn't dare to raise her voice, continuously shrinking back, "No, you must let me go."
"If you don't want others to see, it's better not to speak."
Far from letting go, Baron Lawrence gripped her hand even tighter, his forceful hold unyielding as he pulled down the metal zipper and touched her...
The moment her fingertip made contact with his burning heat, Enna Clark was almost scalded into crying out. But she bit her lower lip hard, refusing to make a sound.
What happened next was a blur to her, with a buzzing in her ears, she didn't dare to look, constantly on alert for their surroundings, terrified that others might notice their 'little activity'.
