Married to the Enemys Heir

"Hey, wake up. Can you hear me?"

Nicole Young kept patting the man, who almost unconscious, but got no response.

A moment ago, she was complacent about finding a quiet place for drawing. Now, she fretted about its seclusion.

What should she do?

Artificial respiration?

But her first kiss was reserved for her future husband!

Nicole gritted her teeth to make up her mind. Life mattered!

She pinched the man's nose and pressed her trembling lips against his pursed ones.

The man's body was scalding!

Nicole blushed up to her ears and continued. All of a sudden, a pair of hands landed on her back.

"Ah!"

Following a cry in fear, she wanted to get up, but it was too late.

The man somehow woke up and locked Nicole in his arms. Narrowing his eyes into slits, he spoke in a dreamy voice, "Damned woman, you started the fire."

He turned over and pressed Nicole down. His eyebrows knitted, he panted painfully and seemingly broke free the beast in him.

Following a growl, the man opened his mouth, bit Nicole's lips, and sucked vigorously...

"Mmm!"

"What are you doing! Let go!"

Nicole's hair stood on end. Pinned down under the man, she couldn't break free.

As the air in her chest was almost drained, her head became dizzy and muddled.

But what appalled her was his following moves.

Chee-ah...

The sound of cloth tearing slashed across the quiet air.

Out of fear, Nicole resisted more desperately.

But her resistance stopped with the tearing pain from her body. She felt like being run over by a car repeatedly.

Nicole cried feebly and shed desperate tears.

"Don't move!"