Chapter 49. Her Wildness

Natalie fell to the floor like a dazed person. Her whole body felt uncomfortable, as if it were throbbing and burning. She wanted to be touched. She craved a man’s touch.

Her face turned bright red. “You’re really cruel,” she hissed as she stared at Dante. The look in her eyes was faint and weak.

Dante smirked. “Think carefully, Cavey.”

Natalie couldn’t focus. Her eyes traveled up Dante’s well-built body and down to his veiny hands. She wanted his touch again. She wanted his fingers inside her again.

She unconsciously bit her lip. Dante’s muscular chest and firm hips teased her. Memories of how his hips repeatedly pounded against hers hard popped into her head. Her breath was getting hotter and hotter thinking about those dirty and wild things.

Natalie tried to stand up and then felt the warm liquid melting on her thighs. She was horny, but didn’t dare to approach Dante. The man deliberately wanted to torture her by making her burn with passion and lust