Monna had already figured out exactly what Norton wanted the moment he rushed through dinner like a man possessed.
And yes—her period had really come.
But that only gave her a devilish idea.
She teased him on purpose, seducing him bit by bit, letting his desire burn to the brink...
Only to drop the bomb that they couldn't do it.
Let him suffer for once.
Norton was furious. He stormed over and pinned her down on the sofa, kissing her hard like he wanted to punish her through her lips.
"You think you're getting away with this that easily?" he growled.
Before she could react, he grabbed her hand and forced her to wrap it around his throbbing desire.
Monna gasped, flustered, and tried to pull away, but her resistance only fueled his frustration. He was already like an arrow on a drawn bow—trembling with tension.
In the end, Monna had no choice but to help, until her hand was sore and numb.
