"I don't want this, I don't want this, get away from me..." Valentine Teller frantically shook her head, desperately trying to push him away, her heart was in panic.
He's always like this, never respecting her, treating her like a plaything, as if teasing her is amusing.
"What don't you want?" Mark Reed's tall and powerful physique is not something the petite Valentine Teller can resist.
He leaned forward, closing in on her, his alluring voice sneered as he said, "When women say no, they usually don't mean it. You want this, don't you? Not attracted to me? That's impossible."
As he spoke, one of his hands moved to her waist and pulled her into his arms.
Her body was just as soft as ever, her waist was slender, hardly a handful, comfortable to hold.
It seems her taste in clothing has only become worse, but her figure hasn't changed at all.
