A Moment in Destiny

As she was suffocated by a huge billow of smoke, Leila burst into a fit of coughing, “Cough, cough…”

Her tiny frame resembled a pitiful rabbit, and the man who was below her body on the other hand exuded a royal and elegant temperament.

Vincent held her thin waist and felt a gentle touch, as if a silky smooth milk was flowing through his hand. His icy gaze were narrowed on her as he ventured into an unrelated question which sounded gentle yet cruel, “Leila, tell me, am I handsome?”

Leila paused briefly before nodding while gnashing her teeth.

“Do you want to marry me?” He followed up with another question.

She didn’t dare to meet him in the eyes because he felt too dangerous now. Her whole body had become stone as his hands continued their iron grip on her waist while his palms were rubbing the skin. She was beyond terrified, “Mr. White, please don’t say that. I beg you, don’t do this…”

Vincent laughed lightly but his smile was menacing. One of his hand dug into her bra, “Hmm, did anyone ever touch this part of you before?”

“No…” Leila fumbled to grab his wrist, but his hand had successfully enclosed one of her tiny yet mellow breasts, and his thumb was pinching the most sensitive spot of her breast. Her pinkish and soft nipple immediately became erect in no time. Leila was grabbing his wrist and trying to pull it off her skin, “Mr. Vincent, don’t do this, ugh… Mr. White, please don’t do this…”

Vincent devilishly pinched her sensitive spot, “Hmm… You are as lewd as your sister…”

“No—“ Leila was sobbing now as her body was trembling within the clasp of his hands. Vincent had buried both of his hands into her shirt, and his thumbs were fondling with her two sensitive nipples.

“No! You can’t do this, Mr. White. I don’t want that thing anymore! I beg you to let go of me!” She put up a mighty struggle as she didn’t want something like this to be done to her by him.

However, Vincent abruptly retrieved one of his arms and he used it to fling away her skirt before tearing off her panties.

“Ah…” His movements were violent and rough, and Leila’s tears almost broke free from her eyes. Her pitiful expression caused him to narrow his eyes.

Vincent stuck one finger into her private part, and when his finger reached a dead end, he couldn’t help but frown. He never thought that Macey’s little sister was still a virgin as his eyes continued to constrict dangerously. He looked like a leopard now with a strange expression on his face.

Leila felt a jot shoo through her body as her hand reached out to pry off his huge hands. How could he touch her there? Her face immediately turned blushing red, “No!”

“Look, you crave for me so much!” Vincent retrieved his hand and studied a moist film covering his fingers now. He said this with disgust and belittlement.

He pushed her abruptly, which caused Leila to fall back onto a study desk behind her. Her buttocks connected with the surface of the table and sent a jolt of pain through her body. This was so painful, but she couldn’t focus on that as she hastened to pull down the skirt which was pulled to her waist by him to cover up her private parts. After getting humiliated in such a way, she couldn’t stop her tears from falling anymore.

“Why are you crying? I didn’t even do anything to you yet, but you’re already all tears?” Vincent stood up as he probed.

Leila immediately widened her eyes with extreme fear as she shrunk back and tried to shove herself to a corner.

Her panties had been discarded to a faraway corner of the room. Yes, he didn’t do that to her yet, but he had humiliated her nevertheless. She bit her lips and tried to force back her tears.

bookshelf and took out a CD. He placed it into a player on the computer and

looked upwards, and a weird sound

Oh…” It was her sister’s

sister against a wall. The man was rhythmically swaying his hips and thrusting forward with consistent

never laid eyes on the contents previously. Now that she had witnessed this, she was completely stupefied. With her cheeks a reddish color, she

the video, but although the monitor went out, the sound was

This is amazing…

narrowed his gaze as he locked

thing!” Her voice was trembling due to the extreme embarrassment she was feeling, and also due to her sister’s slutty

Vincent cracked

was mocking her. Without being concerned with her embarrassment, she hurriedly added, “Mr. White, you have humiliated me enough, and you

of his

that! But I have

is that?” Leila swallowed

“Marry me!”

She was startled.

her from afar and without any rush. He continued slowly, “You can choose to

howled in a low voice, “You can’t

surfaced on the internet, the Hunter family would become a disgrace, and her sister’s real face as a “slutty woman” would resonate far and wide. With that being

could never be happy anymore,

that scary at the notion of marrying

lips so

inform Mr. Hunter! This is a done deal.” Vincent slowly narrowed his eyes which made him look unpredictable under the

it that fast?” Leila gasped in shock.

was one with undecipherable emotion. He was raising his brows, “Is that not

a roller coaster, and she could

to meet his eyes because his eyes had turned into a sharp blade, threatening to pierce through her heart. She felt like she would

our marriage!” He studied Leila’s expression with

one to keep your words?” She drooped her head and bit her teeth,

voice suddenly sounded

with a slight tug, she was in his embrace. He suddenly looked downwards,

some separation between them, but that only prompted Vincent to lock her within his embrace with his steely grip. She also discovered that by raising her head, her height could at most reach

one thing. The rules of our marriage will be decided by me!” He looked at

really a demon who could cause any women to submit to him mercilessly. She widened her eyes at him and

stoniest and roughest heart. He swooped down to press his lips on hers, with his tongue brushing past her half-agape lips because of shock. His tongue then proceeded to slither through her shiny

and started to narrow his eyes again. He was staring at her without even blinking, and gradually, his gaze turned icy cold, as if he was suppressing some primal emotion from