He sucked and bit on her lips.
It was rough and greedy; it was wild and domineering.
This is not a kiss.
It’s a beast venting all of its emotions.
A sharp pain was the only sensation Ashlyn could feel from her lips.
She narrowed her eyes and moved to push Lucas off her.
However, he tore off his shirt off like a maniac—the silver buttons falling onto the car floor—and revealed his muscular chest.
His actions were feral and menacing.
Ashlyn held her breath for a moment.
“Lucas, have you gone mad? Were you spiked with aphrodisiac or a potion for beast transformation?” she howled furiously as her delicate features twisted into an ugly expression.
She had never been raped.
It was obvious that this was going to lead to a rape case.
Lucas ripped her shirt off.
Frustrated, Ashlyn grabbed his arm and bit down hard on his hand.
He groaned in pain.
Regaining some of his senses, he looked at Ashlyn dazedly. “You’re a ruthless woman.”
“If you keep this up, I’d think that you haven’t been having any for years,” Ashlyn mocked.
At the driver’s seat, Spencer’s face was red from witnessing Lucas’ feral actions.
Sir looks indifferent and boring all the time. I never thought that he’d be as wild as this.
He nearly tore the steering wheel off when he saw Lucas ripping his shirt off.
Right then, he saw Whitland Villa’s main gates. With a trembling voice, he stuttered, “M-Mr. Nolan, hold on for a little more. We’re almost home.”
We’re finally here!
If Mr. Nolan really goes through his actions in the car, will he dig my eyes out tomorrow morning when he’s back to himself?
Which idiot drugged him?
I have to get to the bottom of this.
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