Chapter 2

The girl in black remained silent, partly due to fear and unsure how to respond. More importantly... she was choking! He was too strong, acting as if he wanted to kill.

He seemed to begin recognizing his violent actions, his hand gripping the other person’s throat gradually loosening. The individual under his control had beautiful eyes, the only visible part of her body as a mysterious black outfit concealed the rest.

Looking at the small camera worn on the intruder’s chest, the intelligent man had some inkling of the identity of the person who had dared invade his room.

Suddenly, he seized the intruder’s arms and hurled the stranger onto the bed in less than a second.

The brutal throw made the hat on the weaker party’s head fall onto the bed. Long hair cascaded down, and sparkling eyes filled with terror shone brightly. It turned out to be a woman, and he smiled triumphantly. All this time, his body had been tormented, burning down to every cell without finding a solution. Who would have thought that relief would readily present itself, though unfortunate for the poor girl?

He approached a knee planted on the bed, barging quickly like a long-starved tiger.

However, this girl was not a pushover. Seeing him reaching towards her, she hurriedly pushed his arm away. But he was a step ahead, holding her mask in his hand.

He acted so quickly it was terrifying. Her beautiful, delicate face was exposed when the mask was removed. He smirked, throwing the show onto the floor with force. Seeing a beautiful woman excited him, and he wouldn’t refuse a gift from heaven, especially in this ironic circumstance.

He continued to approach her, and in her fear, she shouted:

“What do you want? Stay away from me!”

She kicked at him but to no avail. His large hand quickly caught her ankle, using the opportunity to pull her closer.

“Let go!”

Her words made him laugh. She had entered his room, offering herself to a stranger, yet forbade him to touch her. It sounded very unrealistic.

In a blink of an eye, the unfamiliar woman was pinned under him on the bed, her hands tightly held, leaving no escape.

Without hesitation, in the face of his defenseless opponent, he reached out and tore at her blouse, leaving her shocked and petrified.

“You brute, what are you doing? Let me go!”

He leaned over, fervently kissing her porcelain neck, then casually removed the camera from around her neck and tossed it indifferently into a corner of the bed. Witnessing her important possession being thrown away, she frowned in annoyance, eager to sit up and retrieve it, but he pinned her body down.

The uncouth man gripped the collar of her blouse and ripped it from top to bottom, revealing the glistening part of her bra underneath.

“Who intruded here by themselves?”

His low voice in her ear, the question he asked, left her speechless. Yet she did not surrender, continuing to struggle violently, but he was sitting on her stomach, her legs unable to kick and hit the vulnerable spot of this beast. Regardless, she would not accept being violated like this, absolutely not!

His unfamiliar lips began to claim hers while his hand pinned her wrists down to the bed. The force was so strong that it caused her pain, but she could only scream in despair.

“Let go, you brute!”

His passionate kiss silenced her curses. The modesty she had preserved all her life was trampled upon by this man she had just met. He nibbled at her soft lips, plunged his tongue into her mouth, and stirred it all around.

Suddenly, his deep-set eyes narrowed, his thick eyebrows drawing together. He quickly gripped her cheeks tightly. The woman beneath him, in physical pain, slackened her jaws, and he grumbled:

“Damn it!”

The foul taste kept gushing down her throat, and she bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood. Her act of resistance was amusing. With both her hands tightly bound and her legs unable to do anything, she had come up with this idea to control him, perhaps? She might be disappointed that the more she resisted, the more the brute was stimulated.

“You will pay for this.”

With his serious voice, the gleaming look in his eyes shooting straight into her mind, faced with the intimidating aura of this dangerous man, she felt petite.

The st******g su*****ce coursing through his body was becoming unbearable. If he continued to restrain himself, he suspected he might explode.

He let her go, hastily unbuttoning her trousers. She was in a panic, struggling non-stop, slapping him hard. Their fierce bed tussle was nothing short of fiery, making it impossible to stay calm.

“Get off, you beast!”

She cursed repeatedly, but he showed no intention of backing down. The lust, triggered by the “odd” d***, had seized his sanity. He swiftly unbuckled her belt and used it to bind her hands tightly.

“Pervert, stop it right now! Damn it!”

At this point, he was deaf to her sharp words and curses. In an instant, her black trousers were off her body, her long, fair legs revealing themselves right before the hungry, lustful gaze of the old wolf.

Her bosom peeked from the tattered collar, and her graceful legs lay bare as if inviting attention. His lust reached its zenith, and he lunged toward her like a predator eyeing its prey, but her unwavering will refused to surrender.

The beauty quickly kicked him in the chest despite her hands being bound tightly. The unexpected assault left him in pain, and he inadvertently stumbled onto the bed beside her.

The determined woman mustered all her strength to sit up, quickly stepping off the bed. Despite her slight dizziness, she tried her best to run away. Her feeble resistance only incited a smirk from the brute who was lustful for bodily unity.

Just a bit more, two or three more steps, and she would reach the doorknob.

“Let go!”

He regained the upper hand, swiftly lunging to grab and pull her back. He hoisted her onto his shoulder, roughly tossing the petite woman onto the bed, causing her to feel dizzy.

His large hand cruelly squeezed her breast as if to punish her, and the disgusting man had no regard for her dignity.

His chapped lips lightly bit her earlobe, a painful sensation she despised. His actions deserved a hundred slaps.

“You scoundrel...”

No matter how much she insulted him, it was futile, and ironically, it was even stimulating him, though she did not realize it yet.

His masculine breath on the nape of her neck made her shudder:

“Planning to run out of the room in your underwear?”

She blushed, her eyes wide in utmost desperation. They were strangers. From the first meeting, he wanted to subdue and violate her, and now he was asking such indecent questions. This man was indeed a villain.