Gwynn rolled to the side and tried to scramble to her feet so she could run away. However, he grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her back to his side. Then, he tied both of her hands up with his tie and posed her in the most humiliating way possible.

She wept and trembled, looking defeated.

He stood by the bed and cast a cold sidelong glance at her miserable pose. Raising his hand, he unbuttoned his shirt.

Her body was fair and perky, casting a stark contrast against his towering and ripped body.

Dragging her to himself, he pinched her chin and kissed her. He also humiliated her, “That’s all you care about, Gwynn! You’re not being honest with yourself right now.”

She lay on the white bedsheet.

Her black hair was tousled, giving rise to a fragile but beautiful sight. She looked ripe for the taking and the entire picture was enough to drive any man crazy.

Out of nowhere, she burst out laughing.

Her canines were visible whenever she laughed. It looked adorable normally, bu