The Ezer

In a spacious luxurious private room of a five—star hotel.

A tall, wheat—skinned, stocky man was tied to a Roman—style bed in the center of the room.

He was in a coma, his eyelashes trembling. The fiendish heat almost deprived him of his reason.

Wilmett, a little bit drunk, appreciated carefully the handsome face of the man.

In a few days, she was going to step into the marriage with an old man under the arrangement of her family, so tonight she´s ready to have fun.

In the darkness, she touched his abs.

'Sweet Jesus, aren't you fit!'

She swallowed despite herself and felt like a nympho.

Actually, she was hesitant about this.

After all, she´s still a virgin.

Sensing Wilmett was fondling his body, Loren frowned slightly.

It was time to show her the dark side of the world. She should not have picked up some strange man on the street.

Wilmett took out the condom she packed in case she got pregnant, but she didn’t know how to handle it because she had never touched it before.

It was dim in the room. She had trouble seeing and studied it for quite some time.

Wilmett had to pull out the phone, she was going to call for help.

A bang came.

Her phone was snatched and thrown to the ground.

Wilmett was startled, and her mind went blank. Then she was pinned down with force.

Her world was spinning.

A man was on her, and she couldn't move.

It was like she was being preyed on by a nightwalker.

Her bright eyes were filled with shock and fear.

No way! That man!

He woke up!

Loren grabbed her wrists and raised them above his head, his husky voice crawling all the way from the abyssal hell.

"You don't know how to use it? I'll teach you."

"Man, take it easy. Listen to me. It's a misunderstanding. I'm not lying."

Wilmett stammered and didn't know how to phrase it.

This was terrible. Was he going to call the police on her?

After all, this was attempted kidnap.

"You want to bang me?"

His cold voice rang out as he gripped her harder. She felt as if her wrist bones were about to crack.

"That's right. I'm going to sleep with you tonight. My bed is the sacred palace you will not escape from."

Loren smirked. The girl had balls.

"You asked for this."

Wilmett was going to say something, but her mouth was covered by Loren, who used his hot hands to tear down her clothes.

In the hotel's luxurious suite.

A pair in passion were moaning in the sweet agony of ultimate intimacy.

The next day.

Dawn broke, yet the sky was still dull.

Wilmett woke up in a daze. One slight movement was enough to trigger the dormant pain all over her.

She felt sore and feeble, and every bone in her seemed to have been relocated in the wrong places.

The retrospection of their wild night gave her a blush.

Shortly after she left, Loren, who was in the Roman—style bed, woke up.

Loren stretched out his hands but only touched sheets.

He opened his eyes and found his little trophy who had fainted from his attack last night was gone.