Chapter 9

Looking downward, following his finger’s direction…

The embodiment of masculine prowess beneath his trousers was stirring to attention. Carolina instinctively recoiled, hurriedly glancing elsewhere, her face flushed with embarrassment. She didn’t want to engage in such activities! It was utterly repulsive!

“Give yourself to me,” he uttered in a cold tone.

Compelled, she raised her head to meet his gaze, locking eyes with his fiery, desire-filled orbs, his long lashes casting flickering shadows. This man’s appearance was remarkably perfect, yet why did he not evoke the sensation of an angel but rather that of a demon?

His slender finger traced a path, gradually undoing his trousers, and then… A moan escaped his lips, followed by a pause. He pressed her down a moment later, clumsily stripping away her clothing.

There were no signs of him venturing inside her, and as Carolina clutched the bedsheet, the initial discomfort gradually transformed into an airy