The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 903

Bruce’s eyes narrowed into ominous slits as his grip tightened on her arm.

“You think this place is too cramped, huh? Don’t worry, we can head back to the room,” Bruce said with a wicked grin, releasing her arm to grab the throw blanket off the couch.

“Help-mmph!” Evelyn’s plea for help was cut short as Bruce stuffed the throw blanket into her mouth.

He yanked his leather belt free, binding her hands with it, then hoisted her over his shoulder and strode towards the bedroom.

“Mmmph!” Evelyn struggled violently, her bound hands beating against him, her legs kicking wildly.

No matter how much her kicks hurt him, Bruce held on tight, preventing her from sliding off his shoulder. He marched into the bedroom, threw her onto the bed, and with angry, labored breaths, pinned her hands above her head.

“Settle down, Evelyn! Don’t think you can scream and shout at me just because I’m usually patient! Today I’m going to show you just how tough your man can be!”

words, Bruce tied her wrists to the headboard

kissing her

twisted and turned her head, trying to dodge him, but no matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t escape Bruce’s

tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes, disappearing into

returned home in a daze to find the

on the table and assumed Evelyn hadn’t

called out towards the

no answer.

BANG!

noise came from

bedroom, turned the doorknob, ready to open the

wouldn’t turn; it was locked from the inside.

are you in there? What was that noise