Natasha only felt that Nathan was very disgusting. He was the most despicable man she had ever seen.
If she dismissed him as a scoundrel, Nathan would admit it with alacrity. After all, he had been consorting with rogues since he was a child, and how could he grow up without being infected with their debauchery?
He was always vulnerable to the influence of surrounding people.
"Ouch..."
Natasha looked terrible and wiped her lips with a tissue, her eyes full of resentment to the point of cutting Nathan into pieces.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Natasha gritted her teeth and asked. She had never thought that she would endure such humiliation in her life.
Nathan pushed her onto the sofa and said expressionlessly, "You forgot what I said. You have to beg for mercy from me."
"Probably not in bed, but it's okay on the couch."