A Wild and Hot Cutie novel Chapter 83

When Alisa wakes up, she finds her whole person is in the hot spring.

Floating petals of hot spring water is still bubbling, there is dense heat water. Davis’s strong body is still close to her.

"Why are you so weak?"

Davis raises his chin, this woman, why she passes out every time when they sex reaches orgasm?

Alisa slowly bends her legs and hides herself in the water.

It's because you have too much energy. It takes so long every time.

He behaves like the African lion, who can stand it?

"Alisa, do you love me or not?"

Davis raises Alisa's chin and looks at her with eyes shining deeply. Alisa moves her chin away from the palm of his hand.

"No, I don’t."

They are just deals, and she hopes he would soon get tired of her, and she would get rid of this terrible spell.

Unfortunately, the man seems to be addicted to her and will not give up in any case.

The strength in Davis's hands increases, anger and unwillingness are in his black eyes, "One day, I will let you fall in love with me."

"You are naive!" Alisa says lazily.

"You dare to scold me, Alisa. Believe it or not, I'll rape you now."

Davis blushes with rage and turns to hold Alisa against the edge of the pool, two bodies are so close.

Alisa feels the hardness of her lower abdomen clearly and her little face is reddish. "Well, Davis, let's not talk about this, shall we?"

Davis's eyes are still sharp. Suddenly, he holds up her soft body purposely and says in a low voice, "Alisa, you are lying. If you don't love me, why does your body reflect so much?"

"You..." Alisa is so shy that she wants to make a hole in it.

What does her body reflect so much? It's just the most primitive instinct reflection. He even thinks it is love. If it is also love, aren’t there much love for him to have sex with so many women for so many times?

"Davis, I'm just a plaything for you! In your money game, is there still the concept of love? "

"What is love? Love is a shit. I'll give you the best food and clothes. Isn't it enough? "

Davis has a natural air.

Alisa has a headache again. She knows to talk about noble and beautiful things with a ruffian. That is to play the piano against the ox.

"Davis, do you know that you are vulgar, just like an upstart. Your idea is based on sensuality, not spirit. Besides, I'm just your mistress. We can't use such luxurious things... Love! "

Alisa turns around and holds the bath towel.

Davis seems to be on the line with her, pulls her into the water with his waist, and still holds her against the edge of the pool, holding her chin with one hand, his black eyes fills with anger.

"Alisa, don't you think it's ridiculous that you eat mine and live mine and dare to talk about love in front of me?"

"Well, if you let me go, I won't depend on you anymore."

Davis's eyes darken again. "You're no different from other women."

Davis gets up angrily, puts on a towel and is about to leave.

All of a sudden, Alisa feels a cramp on the bottom of her foot. She screws up her eyebrows and cries out in pain, "Help..."

Davis stops, turns around and looks back. He throws the towel away and folds it back.

He jumps into the water, picks her up and puts her on the edge of the hot spring. "What's the matter?"

"Foot cramps..."

Davis frowns. His hot palms clench her feet and massages them.