Marked By The Billionaire

Lucy did not turn her head and only heard the voice, but she could tell the voice was from the man who had violated her in the elevator.

With a grin hovering in the corners of his eyes, William George pressed his naked body close to Lucy.

He had meant to leave after changing his clothes but had a glanced at his bruises unconsciously, and delayed putting them on.

She broke into the room as a complete surprise.

His hot breath hit her ears, and her body went stiff.

William smiled more obviously, and was exceptionally contented with this result. He was close to Lucy and nearly bit her white neck. “Let’s continue what we started.”

Lucy looked frustrated and turned back slowly, but when she saw William, she changed her expression in an instant. Her eyes were nearly dripping tears and she looked very pretty and charming.

Her delicate, pink lip opened slightly, and she reached out her slender, white fingers to draw lines on his chest. “Let’s continue to have sex, and enjoy your body.

The last two words were stressed in tone, and she swung her bag forward in a violent rage to hit his head.

“I let you taste my body!” she yelled, striking him with her bag. When she saw there was a swollen bruise on his forehead, she stopped.

“It felt good!”

William looked dully at her.

a deep ocean of secrets, it was wrong

bag

who wanted to have sex with him. Even if they

did to Lucy became an immoral behavior, and she took

bruise on his head, “You are

smiled and raised his lips, “I like

interested him as much. Lucy was the

the hospital, so she ran downstairs and tried to

two times to open it, she noticed the familiar decorations and smell. Lucy breathed a sigh of relief in the

have been raped by the man if she hadn’t run

and took an apple from her table. It seemed that what she ate was William’s, at the

sluggish, and remembered Byron at the

imagined their encounter again,

over again, she found there was

threw down the apple core, and went

have the touched the man’s chest, and she instantly

her hands with

the rest of the afternoon reading, and eventually it became night. The moonlight was cold and delivered a soft light

which improved her mood and helped

fists. She would hit him hard if she met that scoundrel