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!”

Bruce tied her wrists to the

kissing her cheeks, her neck.

Evelyn twisted and turned her head, trying to dodge him, but no matter how much she struggled, she

streaming down from the corners of

Thalassa returned home in a daze to find the house dark and eerily silent.

the light switch, she noticed the dinner dishes still on the table and assumed

I’m back,” Thalassa called

no answer.

BANG!

loud noise came from

bedroom, turned the doorknob, ready to

wouldn’t turn; it was locked from the

there? What was