"Please, let him go!" Looking at Christopher, who was covered in blood, I knelt on the ground and begged the man in front of me. "Fine. Promise me three things and I'll let him go!" Vincent's cold expression made me shudder. "First, You'll never see him again.", "Second, be my girl, and only be mine!" "Third..." Vincent slowly lowered his head and laughed evilly in my ear. "Now, please me until I'm satisfied..."

Can't Resist the Billionaire

At night, Christopher gently laid beside me under the faint moonlight in the room. The moment he rushed into the room, I deliberately turned around and didn't look at his face because I didn't know how to face him. I had looked at this face for four years, which I still haven't seen enough of.


After Christopher laid down, he didn't immediately go to sleep. Instead, he stretched out his hand and slowly moved around my waist, touching me and ignitng my desire in his usual way.


If it was in the past, I would probably be tired of responding to him. But now, I suddenly felt that he touched my hand, which made me sick!


The second time, I swung his outstretched hand out and yelled at him, "Don't touch me!"


Christopher, who was very close behind me, stiffened . After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly dragged his feet and turned over my body and pressed me under his body.


Chapter 36 You're My Wife, Why Can't I Touch You