Chapter 7 The Bad-tempered Man

In the gloomy room, that ghostly voice gave Christine a shiver.

She would have gone out if the door hadn't been locked.

"The door is locked." She stood against the wall in a corner, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

This room was scary, and the man holding his chest on the bed was even more so!

"Dammit!" Ryan Moussi cursed in a low voice.

As his deep voice came into her ears, she looked up timidly. But just then, she was carried up and thrown onto the soft bed.

Bang! She knocked her forehead against the headboard.

"Ah... It hurts..." The pain totally sobered her up and also made her tears well up in her eyes.

She touched her forehead and stared at the man, whose face was awfully handsome under the orange light!

It was not exaggerating to say that he was a byword for charm, danger, elegance, dignity, mystery, and also languor. His facial features were flawless craftwork, which amazed Christine at once. She couldn't believe there was such a perfect man like him in this world.

"Who let you in?" Moussi looked down at her in a domineering manner.

"Your... your subordinate," she stammered with a strange fear.

"Dammit!" He clenched his fists. Christine could even hear the rattle of his finger bones. This man seemed somewhat bad-tempered.

"Can you let me go out?" Somehow, she forgot his rudeness. But still, she had to escape this gloomy place immediately.

Her intuition was telling her that this was a dangerous place.

"It's too late." Blue veins stood out on his temples. He tried hard to repress his desire, but the woman in front of him came as an irresistible temptation. Feeling a raging thirst, he pulled his tie loose a bit.

Gazing at Christine, he couldn't help swallowing. Suddenly, he pressed his body against her, blowing his warm breath on her tender face which then turned red from pale.

"Get up, sir! What are you doing?" Christine was startled by his behavior and tried to push him away. "Sir, get away from me. Aren't you a gentleman?"

Such a posture was too embarrassing. Chest to chest, she could feel his weight clearly.

Ryan didn't reply. With a hand on the back of her neck, he lowered his head and kissed her wildly.

He was desperate for a woman to quench the fire in his body...

"Hey, don't touch me! Do you hear me? I'll gonna shout!" As the domineering kisses landed on her face, she smelt his bewitching cologne. Handsome and graceful as this man looked, he was totally a danger at this moment; she was just like a defenseless prey for a wolf.

Still silent, Ryan kissed her harder...

Hiss...

A thin piece of cotton cloth appeared in the man's mighty hand, and meanwhile, the fair skin on her neck was exposed to his eyes.

Stunned by his behavior, Christine finally and utterly understood what he wanted to do!

"Stop!" As the tearing sound continued, she realized what danger she was in. Anxious and nervous, she struggled and resisted by instinct...

She must stop it!

Hiss...

As the sound became louder, another piece of her clothes was torn off.

"Ah! You asshole! Stop!" Her heart pounded violently as she felt the coolness on her breast. With red eyes and heavy sweat on his forehead, the man seemed furious at her troublesome clothes. He pulled his own shirt with his pretty hand and looked rather uncomfortable.

Could it be...