Slaved To A BEAST

Chapter 6

"Take me to the sofa."

She changed her pronoun to alienation again.

Marco couldn't curse himself for making her so alarmed, because just looking at it. . . You know she has no s****l experience, and you kissed in the elevator last night. This is her first kiss.

The thought of how naive she was made his torso painful, and the young blood was burning, and almost burnt out the house.

"My... I'm sorry."

His words seemed to go against the situation at that time and made the atmosphere horrible. Soon, her once intimate body suddenly turned around and stood in front of a big glass window. Take her from his private world.

Her hand was taken away by her tears. . . She was sad, miserable and embarrassed.

He's not wrong! She was wrong.

Don't resist, cooperate well with him.

And not once. . . But twice.

She never ceased to be with a man, her adoring mother, but she would hurt her every time she asked her father. . .

"I don't remember who it is, if you want to know, ask the whole community!"

Mother's words are also firmly fixed in the brain, just like being stuck together by elephant adhesive, which will not peel off even with pliers.

She looked up and stared at the towering body, like the statue of David standing on the windowsill, with one huge stained glass pulled open and the other rolled up on the windowsill. Thick amber hands, seductive eyes, clinging to the top of the hips, slightly tilted, black hair cut short, clinging to the head, and standing gracefully on the broad shoulders, burly and majestic. Suits from famous clothing brands can't hide the barbaric power in his blood.

He was amazing to her. . . But it was only a dream, because she could only meet at this time of night.

"I... I have to work."

"Give me a moment..."

Those black eyes, like fine black agate, gave off a wild and arrogant light and stared at the ground tens of meters lower than him. The night lights of the capital are particularly conspicuous in front of us.

Why would he do that! How did you. . .

Again and again, Marco asked himself why he was alone with her in the office, and soon a smile appeared on his face.

Because I miss her, I said I forgot about it, forgot about it. . . But he really forgot his heart.

Although I haven't found out why. . . But I know clearly that she is an evil woman, who likes to make men suffer because of their inner needs.

I really want to know how she survived in her rented house, because her house is not safe, and it is also conducive to these actions.

Pictures of Taya Key renting a house resurfaced in my mind. The rented home has many families living together, sharing the same bathroom and kitchen, but the bedrooms are separate.

He soon turned round, his eyes open motionless, and his black eyes and Marco's perfect face sparkled. He is elegant, tasteful and cool. That black suit made him look terrible, but she liked him. . .

It's not true! She is an i***t, admitting that she is in love with him or. . .

Even though he knew he would never have feelings for her, even if the sky fell, it was easier for him than to give his heart to her.

What does he mean by doing this? . .

He kissed her and stroked her body.

I just want to be happy from a dirty woman he never tried. . .

Another voice came out in her mind, which made it impossible for her to keep staring at him. She lowered her head and hid herself in his eyes, shame rising from her throat.

The young man came up, stopped, and stood on her body. His height made her tremble, and soon he shrank down, sat on his heels, and stared at her. His eyes hardly hide his ruthlessness.

"I got you a new job... you can go home tonight."

Countless puzzles exploded over her head, and the girl looked up, full of distrust.

"I don't need your help..."

Her sudden refusal made Marco very unhappy.

"If you're worried about the salary issue, I assure you, you'll get every penny and a month's salary," he said explicitly, of course, and he didn't want her to refuse.

"But I'm happy with what I'm doing and don't want you to make a fuss about me," she retorted in a gentle tone, some of her hands clasped tightly together when her brain deliberately thought he was doing it for herself.

"I said," This is not a request, but an order, an order she can't resist.

"I really want to help you, go home," and he got up and dragged his ugly little bear to his feet.

"But I don't want to bother you. Please, if everything you do is because of what you want … well, I mean what we just did … maybe I think you need a role, which means you're investing in something weird." Tayakey held back his shame, held his heart, and spoke out what he thought would separate him from her.

"Is that what you think? …" He asked hurriedly, then spit out his heavy breath.

"Well, I admit that I need you, but everything I do is in good faith. Please don't misunderstand my intentions." He was angry.

"I just want to see you."

"But what happened …" said the girl in shame, and her mind kept thinking about what had just happened, a feeling of intimacy, a feeling that made her burning.

"I can't explain it yet, but I miss you very much, miss you very much, but you can rest assured that I am not used to raping any woman, and I can't do your thing if I don't want to."

Pride! The only word she can call him now is that he is a man who completely believes in his s****l orientation.

But isn't this right? . . For in this experience he made her forget who she was, and became a cat, a lewd girl, ready to dote on him day and night.

What an embarrassment!

"Go home, I'll let the driver take you."

He said in an unusual tone, her eyes fixed on her bruised petals, and soon turned away.

"When you..."