It'll Come Naturally novel Chapter 719

"What are you doing? Stop!" Belinda clutched at the chest of her clothes. Desperation was in her eyes when she suddenly let out an empty laugh. It felt like it was hopeless for her to get away now. She wished someone could show up and help her. What was happening to her was just too hard to believe.

"What am I doing? It's rather 'who am I doing.' Come on, hot stuff. You and I are going to have a wonderful time tonight." The man took off his clothes and tossed them on the ground. It was then that he started to haul Belinda towards the roadside.

"Ah! Let me go, you bastard! You son of a bitch! Pervert!" She struggled and cursed but the drunken man was bulky and strong. Getting out of his clutches just seemed impossible.

"Come here, hottie." There was a lewd smile on the man's face.

"Don't come closer! You will regret it!" Belinda hugged herself tightly. Horror and tears flooded her face as she looked at the man.

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"Help! Duke! Help me! Duke!" Belinda cried and screamed. She kept kicking with all her strength. However, her resistance did not make anything better as this just aroused the man even more. He put her hands above her head and held them with one hand as he started to unbuckle his belt with his other. Belinda felt like vomiting just by seeing the gross horny look on the man's face. Her mind went blank.

"Yeah! That's right! Scream! Nobody's coming to help you! They can't hear you ..." The man wasn't able to finish his sentence when a sudden beam of light appeared. He looked up but he couldn't even open his eyes. The light was too bright. A sound of a car pierced through the air then stopped abruptly. Before the fat man realized what was going on, he already received a kick and fell on the ground on his fours like a huge meatball. No doubt the person who kicked him was burning with wrath and had exerted as much strength as he could.

Duke's eyes were filled with anger. He kept kicking the man as if he wanted him dead right away. The next kick was always harder than the last one. Based on the grim air that surrounded Duke, it seemed that he wouldn't calm down unless he was sure the man was at least crippled.

Belinda curled up with her arms crossed over her chest to cover her exposed skin. She was in a shock. Duke went over to her and attempted to carry her in his arms. The sight of her pained him so much that his hands were trembling. Seeing someone was approaching made Belinda scoot backward in horror.

"No! Don't touch me! Please!" she screamed. Her hair was a mess. Her body was covered with bruises and small cuts from gravel.

"Belinda, it's me. Shh, it's okay. I'm taking you home." Belinda was barely with any clothes on. Looking at her, Duke felt heartbroken. His eyes were wet. He was remorseful.

"Home ..." Belinda murmured. Her eyes looked dully ahead. She still hadn't recovered from the shock.

"Yes, home. So don't push me away. We'll go home together, okay?" Duke said quietly. He hated himself for what had happened to Belinda. He knew this place was remote and dark but he had left her here alone anyway just because he had been angry with her. He felt he was such a jerk.

"I want to go home. Please hurry. Take me home now." Belinda suddenly got very agitated. She grabbed Duke's arms, shook him and begged him to get her out of there as soon as possible.