With a tearing sound, Lucas Knight's large hand ripped her clothes into two, holding her as he walked into the bathtub.
The indoor lighting was dim.
There was a faint hint of ambiguity.
"Lucas Knight, you can't."
"Can't what?" He brushed it off casually, curling his lips. A woman, taking a bath, what's the big deal? So talkative.
He held her, mercilessly delivering a chop to the back of her neck, knocking her out instantly.
Little thing, still dared to refuse him. He didn't even plan on touching her. He intended to wait for the doctor to check on her tomorrow, ensuring the little bun in her stomach was fine, before dealing with her.
*
When Eva Nightingale woke up.
She found a man's firm and warm chest against her back. Inhaling his pleasant male pheromones, that scent was so familiar.
Just as she was about to get up, he spoke in a deep, commanding voice, "Baby, be good, don't move."
He wanted to hold her, just hold her like this.
