"Lucas Knight, you're too wicked!" So wicked, so wicked!
She still hadn't recovered from the earlier 'live peep show'... because the moment everyone pushed the door open, she really thought the person inside was him!
Eva Nightingale's fair little fists landed again on the man's sturdy, warm chest.
This time, he smoothly wrapped his arm around her slender waist, his low and hoarse voice resounded, "Even if I'm wicked, it's only for you."
Eva was once again held by the man and placed on the big bed. Before she could react, the clothes on her body were lifted.
"Lucas Knight, what are you doing?"
She was pinned down on the big bed, her fair hands were directly seized by him, tightly restrained above her head.
"Don't move!"
As his words fell, his lips gently pressed against her cheek, exuding ultimate indulgence.
Eva really didn't move!
She couldn't move.
Feeling cool on her body was one thing, but he even took off her stockings!
She inexplicably sensed a dangerous aura.
