"Little woman, be obedient for me~"
With that, Eva Nightingale was forcibly taken away by him and thrown into the car.
The words just now contained no hint of flirtation, only command. Her first reaction was that he seemed like a different person?
"Ugh... You hurt me!" Her skin ached from his tight grip.
"Does it hurt?" He let go.
"Yes, it hurts." She rubbed her small wrist; it was already swollen from his squeeze—how could it not hurt?
Originally she thought he would shed his cold demeanor, but then... he suddenly leaned in and bit down on her lips, wholly punitive, enough to break her skin.
The taste of blood filled her mouth. She immediately reached out to push him away, but the man's chest was like a wall of steel, securely trapping her. It seemed like her blood excited him, and even her resistance made him more thrilled.
His warm breath brushed against her cheeks as one hand held her furry head, his tongue prying open her teeth, invading, and savoring her sweetness.
