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.

deep ocean of

her bag and hit him

were so many women who wanted to have sex with him. Even if they were

an immoral behavior, and

bruise on his head, “You are a real fiery

raised his lips, “I like

had ever interested him as much. Lucy was

so she ran downstairs and tried to stop

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

gave a shudder. She could have been raped by the man if she hadn’t run away

and took an apple from her table. It seemed that what she ate was William’s, at the same time, and she chewed the apple fully and said those who were handsome

chest felt sluggish, and remembered

once imagined their encounter again, and wondered

over again,

core, and

of fingers seemed to have the touched the man’s chest, and

hands with soap over

became night. The moonlight was cold and delivered a soft light

brain, which

fists. She would hit