She found it hard to breathe, and her voice became increasingly painful.
So dark!
What was this place? Where was she?
Why were her feet and hands bound? Fear rose from the bottom of her heart...
In the spacious and fitted-out bathroom, the light was bright yellow. Water tricked smoothly down the well-defined chest of a man and flowed to his V-line abs. Steamed by the hot water, his thin lips looked full and ruddy.
His hair was inky, and his features sculpted. The man was deadly addictive, just like poppies.
He was the owner of this room. Life and death were in his power!
The sound of water stopped. Terrance Boyle wrapped himself in a white bath towel. His robust chest was exposed to the air. He demonstrated his domineering temperament and strength.
Except for the cool moonlight, the room was all dark.
Haziness created dreamy beauty.
Terrance walked to the bed when a large, pink, rectangular box came into view. A bow was tied with a ribbon, and a delicate rose was on top.
"A surprise?" Terrance chewed over the words with interest.
He picked up the rose, put it to his nose, and smelt a faint fragrance. His other hand untied the red ribbon.
The lid was lifted. Terrance had seen many gorgeous women but held his breath when a delicate figure was seen in the box.
A white tulle covered her body. Under the moonlight, her clean, tender face looked as soft as water. Her skin was smooth and her figure perfect.
"Who... who are you?" When the box was opened, Robin Sargent finally caught a breath of fresh air. She gasped slightly and asked.
Her voice was gentle and seductive.
The corner of his mouth curved up dangerously as if he had just heard the best joke.
"Hey, you're in my room and still playing hard-to-get." His voice was icy and devilish.
Robin saw a dangerous glint in his dark eyes, tried to prop herself up and leave, but felt feeble.
Her legs were limp. She struggled but could not even get out of the box.
Terrance stood there and sipped his wine from time to time. His tall figure looked kingly. Smirking, he stared at her and watched the fun.
Eventually, Robin gave up, and her pretty eyes looked at him. His face was indiscernible under the dim light.
"I don't know why I'm here; please let me go...."
"I'll be very grateful."
The man remained silent...
It felt like a century. Terrance took a sip of his wine, bent down, lifted her tender chin, and leaned over.
The wine in his mouth was poured into hers...
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