Little did she know that her demeanor made Malcom Moore desire her even more, wanting to tease her fiercely.
Malcom Moore's eyes were blood-red as he looked at Serena Sterling, and even his voice carried a scorching heat, hoarse beyond recognition, "Luna, be good..."
His domineering actions couldn't wait, as his hot hands didn't stop.
Serena Sterling: "Malcom, you..."
The man squinted his charming almond eyes, "Luna, at this point, if I could stop, I wouldn't be a man."
Serena Sterling was dumbfounded, her small hands tightly clasped by Malcom Moore, their fingers interlocked.
"Be good, listen, hmm?" Malcom Moore leaned in, his bewitching voice whispering in Serena Sterling's ear.
Serena Sterling nodded involuntarily.
Because of his tenderness, his dominance, his pitiful childhood...
At this moment, she felt this man was like a child who needed love.
She wanted to love him, warm him, and let him never shed a tear again...
