Ryan busted into Anna’s room and locked the door behind him.
He hurried into the bedroom, then saw Anna tossing and turning uncomfortably on the giant bed.
Her long dress was rolled all the way up, exposing her long and fair legs and the pure white undies between her slender thighs.
Her hands were constantly tugging at her collar. Her red lips parted again and again as she whimpered," Hot... It's so hot..."
Ryan felt his throat tighten and his body burning up. H e hastily took off his clothes.
"You little vixen. Clearly such a naughty girl yet you pretend to be a saint..." With a wicked smile, Ryan pounced onto her.
Anna let out a soft grunt when she felt the sudden weight on her body.
With much effort, she opened her heavy eyelids and saw a man’s face through her blurry eyes. Her hands immediately started pushing against him.
"Who... Who are you... Don't touch me..."
She yelled at the top of her lungs, yet the sounds she produced were nothing more than soft whimpers. It
excited him even more.
A crude smile appeared on his face. "You little vixen, did you just ask who am I? You're the one that invited me here to spend a passionate night with you. Don't tell me you've already forgotten about me."
Anna struggled violently, frantically kicking her legs a t the man on top of her.
"Let go of me..."
Her eyes glistened like water, but her gaze was hazy. Her delicate voice and soft pants sounded nothing like a rejection; in fact, Ryan was sure it was an invite.
His flames were burning at maximum intensity. The little lady in his arms was a natural beauty-how could he let her go so easily!
His hand roamed free across her tender body, making her body tremble all over.
Anna had no idea what was going on with her body. For some reason, she felt really hot and really empty. She yearned to be filled with a certain something.
She struggled to think clearly, but with great effort, she managed to grab a vase placed above the bed and smashed it toward the man.
Nonetheless, she missed. The vase fell onto the floor and shattered into a million pieces.
"You little vixen, you tried to hit me? Oh, you may be yelling 'no' now, but in just a second, you’ll be screaming 'don’t stop, don't stop'! You'll be in so much pain and pleasure that you'll see God himself..."
Ryan lifted her dress all the way up.
Terrified, Anna cried out, "Ah...!"
When Liam saw Anna returning to her room, he retreated to his room too.
The last glass of wine Anna drank at the party seemed to have made her especially dizzy. Worried, Liam stood on the balcony of his room, gazing at the room next door.
Just then, he heard the sound of glass shattering from next door, followed by Anna’s petrified shriek. Liam's body tensed up instantly.
With his long legs, he quickly stepped onto the balcony railing and leaped onto the balcony of Anna’s room.
As the night wind blew, the man's evil laugh and the woman's cries could be heard.
"You little vixen, stop moving around. Otherwise, don't blame me for not being a gentleman!"
"Go... Go away..."
She screamed with all her might as her fists pounded repeatedly on the man's heavy body.
Just as Liam darted into the room, he was greeted with the scene of a naked man pressing onto Anna's body, violently tearing away her clothes.
Liam's blood reached its boiling point. His inky black eyes were instantly tainted with a ghastly tinge of blood-red. Like a demon that rose from the depths of hell, his body emitted a terrifyingly frigid aura.
Ryan felt a strange shiver down his spine. He could feel the unearthly aura coming from behind.
"Who's that!" Ryan yelled annoyedly.
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