Devil CEO's Wife.

By the lakeside in the bamboo forest in the wilderness, there was a strange and rapid moan, and even the wind blew waves of ambiguous breath...

"Uh... President Lucius, will Bronya have a role in the next blockbuster?"

"Look at how you're doing."

"Well, uh..."

By the lake, a coquettish red convertible Ferrari was shaking violently, and a naked woman was performing desperately.

Snow-white skin, beautiful figure, amazing D cup, perfect size.

Under the warm light, she closed her eyes, swayed her body to please the man, and enjoyed the pleasure this love brought her. Her moans became more and more sultry, and even the air was filled with an ambiguous smell.

Compared with women, men are neatly dressed, with clean shirts without any wrinkles and a pair of sunglasses on their faces, looking exactly like they are traveling by car.

Tsk, tut, from this look, you can tell he's doing... that kind of thing.

Marcia Mason, hiding in the bamboo forest, sighed repeatedly and raised and put down her SLR camera several times.

Forget it, this man is just a supporting role anyway.

The camera is zoomed in, focusing on the passionate woman straddling the man's body, filming and recording continuously.

I really didn't expect that I could secretly capture such an exciting scene today!

This panting woman is the popular star Bronya Freeman...

[The pure and beautiful girl of Bronya Freeman's generation turned into a lustful woman, and her lover who was playing with the car during a private meeting in the suburbs was shocked]

With such a sensational title, this issue of the magazine will definitely sell out! Hahaha, I made a lot of money!

"President Lucius, you are...very satisfied with my performance..."

Such a sound shocked Marcia Mason. As a woman, let alone a man, her blood must be gushing out.

But the young man in the car actually seemed to be working, his tone was cold, and his slender hand clasped Bronya Freeman's delicate chin: "Are you so weak? Didn't you eat in the morning?"

It's been half an hour since you exercised... No matter how much you eat, you still have to digest it, okay...

Bronya Freeman flushed with embarrassment, and her body shook even more: "President Lucius, you...well...you are so terrible, I really have no strength... ..."

Can this man have the physical strength to last for so long?

In this case we will have to fight for at least another half hour.

"Why did Tate hurt you?" The man smiled evilly, with a hint of arc.

"Well...it's just awkward. It's my first time, so don't be too gentle.

"Haha." The man smiled with some disdain, "First time?

"Yes, yes." She was startled by the mockery in the man's eyes, as if he had seen her hypocrisy.

Bronya Freeman simply stopped talking and grabbed the man tightly to cater to him.

The man chuckled, letting her wrap around him like a water snake, and slowly took off his sunglasses...

In the sunshine, it was a handsome face.

Narrow eyes, high nose bridge, pink and soft lips. Especially when he smiled, he only curled up the corners of his mouth, with a certain evil aura that could kill any woman instantly.

Even though she had seen this face many times, Bronya Freeman was shocked again, and her movements became slower and slower.

The man seemed dissatisfied with her being so slow. He frowned, turned over, and pushed her down arrogantly...

Now, all that's left in Marcia Mason's shot is a man's back!

What a scene-stealing, great supporting role! ! !

She wants to do Bronya Freeman, okay? Who is this guy? Very dramatic!

Fortunately, she had already taken action, took out the tape recorder, quickly pressed the switch, and recorded Bronya Freeman's ecstatic voice...

In the new wave of rhythm, Bronya Freeman's voice is so enchanting that it scares the birds in the bamboo forest to fly...

Her fans would definitely be shocked if they heard such a sound, right?

By the way, taking secret photos of her is considered an invasion of Bronya Freeman's privacy. If she's caught, she won't be jailed, right? !

I was so panicked that I started to panic when I was doing things. I couldn't hold my hands steady, and my photography equipment just fell to the ground...

Marcia Mason was startled, her heart pounding.

Fortunately, the noise made was quite slight. They were fighting so vigorously, so they probably didn't hear it, right?

Glancing over to the Ferrari sports car, I saw that the man was charging forward on top of Bronya Freeman. Bronya Freeman's ecstatic **** was bone-chilling, and the two of them had nothing to do with each other. Noticed her side.

"Huh..." Marcia Mason breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, just in case, she had better get out of the way after taking the photo!

A few minutes later, Marcia Mason finished packing up the heavy photographic equipment, took out the memory card for taking pictures, and happily wanted to sneak out of the bamboo forest quietly.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind--

"Why, didn't you express your thoughts after watching the entire performance?"

Marcia Mason froze. Even though she didn't look back, she could feel the murderous intent behind her.

The sound of footsteps stepping lightly on the grass. She could feel him approaching her step by step, but her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

Is that the man just now?

Actually, what got caught? ! What to do? What to do? !

Marcia Mason turned her head blankly.

She saw the man who had just been in the sports car walking up to her step by step. He was a tall figure of at least 1.88 meters, with straight legs. His silver-gray shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing his strong chest, and his body was filled with unfaded emotion. ~The breath of desire.

Looking at his face again, he has perfect facial features, charming and deep pupils, and a compelling cold light in his eyes.

And, just standing like this casually, exudes an aggressive aristocratic atmosphere.

This man... has a naturally intimidating aura.

Coupled with the guilty conscience of secretly filming, Marcia Mason took a breath and took a step back subconsciously, "What do you want to do?"

The guarded tone in her tone seemed to be that he was the one peeping and filming.

Ridiculous woman.

"Have you enjoyed the secret photography?" The man sneered and walked towards her, like a scary cheetah, "Should you hand it over yourself, or should I search for it myself?"

This man is inexplicably scary.

Marcia Mason continued to back away pretending to be stupid, "I don't understand what you are talking about..."

Are you pretending to be stupid to him?

The man continued to approach her, carrying an intimidating aura, and the inherent sense of oppression made Marcia Mason more and more at a loss.

"Stop! Stop it, or I'll scream indecent assault!" In desperation, Marcia Mason yelled.

The man really stopped and looked at her leisurely, as if he heard some funny joke, "Indecent assault? I yelled indecent assault before I even did anything, so what do you call visual rape when you secretly filmed her for so long?"

Visually strong~violent? !

This man's choice of words is really...

"I really don't know what you're talking about." Marcia Mason still played dumb.

She wants to pretend to be stupid with him to the end?

She thought she could escape unscathed by pretending to be ignorant in front of him? Too naive.

She has a slender body, wearing a sweater over a long white skirt. She looks frail, but there is an inexplicable stubbornness on her pure face.

Stubborn...not handing over the photos.

"If you don't hand over the photos, I will let you know that this is the worst decision in your life."

The man's cold voice was filled with arrogance.

Is he threatening her?

What is the worst decision? This is not the first time she has been threatened as a paparazzi reporter.

"What photo?" Marcia Mason asked innocently, deciding not to admit it. She picked up the photographic equipment in her hand and said, "I'm here to take pictures of the scenery."

She must find a way to escape from here. These photos are exclusive, and she cannot let them go.

His eyes were turning rapidly, and he saw the lake on the right and the barbed wire fence on the left.

Marcia Mason backed away step by step, thinking about how high her chances of escaping would be if she turned around and ran away...

"Hand it over!" The man lost his patience, suddenly pulled her hand forward, and reached out to her body with one hand.

The heat in her fingertips made Marcia Mason nervous.

Is he really planning to search for him? ! This man is crazy!

Without thinking, she threw the memory card in her sweater pocket out of the barbed wire fence beside her.

The man's eyes looked at the memory card on the path outside the barbed wire fence...

Very good. This action completely angered him!

At this time, I am not ready to hand over the secretly taken photos.

A woman who doesn't know whether to live or die.

"What I hate most is not seeing the coffin without crying." Lucius Tate pushed her onto the barbed wire fence and followed her up. The masculine aura surrounded her strongly and held down the wire next to her head with one hand. One hand went directly under her V-neck sweater, and held the bulging softness.

Tsk...this size is completely incomparable to Bronya Freeman.

Lucius Tate sneered disdainfully.

Marcia Mason's eyes widened in shock. What was this man... doing? ! What are his hands doing? !

"Pervert!" After reacting, Marcia Mason yelled, threw away the camera equipment and pushed him.

abnormal?

This is just the beginning...

Marcia Mason was only 1.65 meters tall and had a slender figure. She was like a weakling in front of him. Hitting him with her small fists felt like scratching an itch.

Lucius Tate effortlessly restrained her moving body, took off the SLR camera hanging in the way of her neck, threw it away, lowered his face close to her frightened face, and sneered, "I feel wrong. I will teach you the price of voyeurism."

It's like a voice coming from hell.

"Hiss--"

A Swiss Army knife was gently slashed from the base of her thigh, carving a bloody mark.

The pain of her skin being cut made her wince.

Lucius Tate pulled her with a big hand, and her floor-length white dress was suddenly pulled down to only cover her petite buttocks.

The blood slid down the thin legs, leaving a thin trail of blood, sliding over the cold and trembling legs, making her look more slender and frail, with a different kind of seductive beauty.

Lucius Tate admired her directly, with no concealed desire in his eyes, as if she had been affected by him.

This man really dares to...

Marcia Mason was petrified. She had no way to retreat with the barbed wire behind her. The man in front of her was like a devil. She was so scared that she panicked and begged for mercy, "Don't do this... I was wrong. I will bring the memory card back to you! I'll pick it up right away!"

She doesn't want any big exclusives anymore, she just wants to get out of here quickly.

She doesn't have to sacrifice her innocence for a celebrity scandal.

"It's too late." Lucius Tate said coldly, putting his palm into her sweater again and lifting it up...

If you have to regret everything, then this world will be so beautiful.

However, he is a person who doesn't like beauty.

He prefers to tear apart all the beautiful things and destroy them for everyone to see, like her...

The slender and weak body was twisting desperately, and the pure face looked so helpless to him, so clean that it was so beautiful.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Realizing that something was wrong, Marcia Mason struggled desperately. Lucius Tate simply picked her up and pressed her against the barbed wire, lowered his head and bit her collarbone, and listened. Only when she screamed in pain did he let go of his teeth, licked her with his tongue, and kissed her...

Tossing and turning bit by bit.

His lips and tongue are indescribably fatal and seductive.

Marcia Mason was held with her feet on the ground, her back pressed against the cold barbed wire, and she endured his domineering and devouring kiss. She turned her face away and tried to escape, "Get away! Get away! Get your dirty mouth away!"

So disgusting.

"Dirty?" Lucius Tate stared at her with dark eyes, almost bursting with anger.

His slender body pressed hard against her, his chest pressed against hers tightly. With one hand, he easily grabbed her flailing hands and pressed them on the side of her head. With the other hand, he pinched her chin and kissed her lips.

"Put... uh -" Marcia Mason opened her mouth to curse, but his soft tongue immediately took the opportunity to get in, attacking everything arbitrarily, blocking her from saying a word.

The body felt inexplicably warm.

This feeling made her uneasy, scared, and uncomfortable.

Slowly, Lucius Tate began to kiss her neckline, burning her trembling skin, and one hand began to explore the softer parts of her body.

She struggled hard to break free of his restraints, and as soon as her hands were freed, Marcia Mason beat him even harder and yelled excitedly, "Asshole! Let me go! I'll sue you for rape! You bastard...ah--"

A heart-rending cry rushed out of her throat.

The pain of being punctured spread throughout the body.

Time seems to have stopped suddenly.

Marcia Mason looked at the man in front of her in disbelief, he had already penetrated her.

"Really a chick?" Lucius Tate couldn't ignore that obstacle, his eyes darkened slightly. He really met a chick today, and it felt... not bad.

Holding her soft and dull face with his palms, Lucius Tate continued to possess her.

"I'm going to sue you, I'm going to sue you, I'm going to sue you..." Marcia Mason no longer resisted, her whole body slumped, and she let it be played with like a rag doll. All she could think about was This is the only thought left.

Her innocence, which had not been touched by a man for twenty-two years, was gone, completely gone...

She wants to accuse him of rape.

She wants to sue him and go to jail.

Sue him?

"Okay, I still have evidence here." Lucius Tate calmly withdrew from her body, rubbed her black shoulder-length hair as if lovingly, turned his head and looked away, and said coldly, "Come here ."

As soon as Marcia Mason was let go by him, she was so weak that she almost fell down. She leaned on the barbed wire and barely managed to stand with a little strength.

She can't fall down...absolutely not.

You must never fall in front of this man.

She still had to save the strength to sue him, she couldn't just fall down.

"Here we come." Bronya Freeman, who was standing not far away, immediately ran over and handed the mobile phone in her hand to Lucius Tate, her naked body covered with his black suit.

When her eyes fell on Marcia Mason, Bronya Freeman's pretty face showed deep jealousy and unwillingness.

She had spent so much effort on getting the chance to dedicate herself to Lucius Tate. She was about to ask him to arrange a role for her in his next film, but this was a good time, but it was all ruined by this woman with noodles in clear soup.

Bronya Freeman gave Marcia Mason angrily, and when she turned her eyes to Lucius Tate, her voice was soft and flattering, "President Lucius." , all photographed."

Marcia Mason remained stunned and unresponsive until Lucius Tate handed the phone to her.

Marcia Mason's eyes suddenly widened. In the cell phone video, the man's back was turned to the camera, and his face was not photographed. And the girl with her legs exposed and being pressed against the barbed wire and being raped was someone other than herself...

He took her by force and let Bronya Freeman film it? !

How could there be such a shameless person? He had already taken her by force. What else did he want to do?

"You're perverted!" Marcia Mason panicked and tried to grab the phone.

Lucius Tate tossed the phone gently and put it in his other hand, looking a little handsome.

"You have only two options. One is to call the police." Lucius Tate said calmly, as if it had nothing to do with him. He shook the phone in his hand. "The other is to bring the memory card you secretly photographed to the police station." Repulse Bay No. 13 came to me in exchange for the short film, and you will have to bear the consequences if you keep it."

Marcia Mason clenched her fists and her face turned pale.

How could she meet such a man...

"I advise you not to choose the first option, because I will send your wonderful performance to everyone you know." Lucius Tate said arrogantly again, reaching out to button up his shirt elegantly, returning to his well-dressed appearance appearance.

Send it to everyone you know...what does he want to do?

Marcia Mason stretched out her fist to punch him angrily, but Lucius Tate caught it easily, with a cruel sneer on his face, "Marcia Mason, don't doubt my words."

After saying that, Lucius Tate held Bronya Freeman's slender waist and walked towards the red Ferrari by the lake...

What did he call her just now?

Marcia Mason?

How could this man...know her? !

The Ferrari drove out of the lake and flew past the wind on the path outside the barbed wire fence. He took in his panoramic view of her pale face.

With one hand leaning unruly on the car frame and the other holding the steering wheel, a successful smile appeared on Lucius Tate's lips.

Marcia Mason...

Unexpectedly, he could see this proud little princess and take possession of her.

The Marcia Mason who once disdained him was possessed by him.

And he is still her first man.

"President Lucius, are you also interested in those porridge and side dishes? Why don't you, Bronya, stay with you today..." Bronya Freeman pointedly said, raising her bare and round feet. Rubbing up Lucius Tate's suit pants...

Porridge and side dishes?

Eating such a plate of side dishes really made him appetizing.

"Okay, let's go to the hotel." Lucius Tate suddenly accelerated.

Bronya Freeman smiled happily, her pretty lips slightly opened, and her eyes were watery as she stared at the man in the driver's seat, a man who was even better-looking than a woman.

He has an evilly handsome face, a deep and straight profile, a sexy and deadly body, exuding a wild and sycophantic air, and the most important thing is his ability to control the wind and rain... This man is impeccable.

She must cling to this high branch.

He, Lucius Tate, could turn her into an international star with just one word. Besides, with such a God-given handsome face, she couldn't ask for more unspoken rules.

The air was slightly cold, and the clammy and sharp pain between her legs made Marcia Mason sit down with her back against the barbed wire without any weight.

Today, she was raped by a strange man.

How could she, Marcia Mason, get herself to such a point? Is it worth it just for a piece of gossip?

Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and tears finally fell.

Marcia Mason cried bitterly as her slender hands clenched the collar on her chest.

After taking off her sweater and tying it around her waist, blocking her ultra-short skirt and covering up her awkward buttocks, Marcia Mason reluctantly returned to her home in the small courtyard, or to be precise, her uncle's home.

"Marcia, you ran to guard the spot last night. How was it? Did you take any photos of the mysterious creature?" Uncle Baruch Hensley came out of the house carrying a briefcase and bumped into her and asked, forty-eight years old There are many men with bald heads and beer bellies.

But unfortunately, he was not considered successful in his career. He always looked like he was on the verge of failure when he opened a magazine.

Marcia Mason smiled bitterly, "No."

Originally, she secretly photographed even bigger information, something that could bring the entire magazine back to life. Unfortunately, now, she has even lost herself.

"Forget it, I'll go to work first." The uncle patted her shoulder good-naturedly and walked out.

My aunt's harsh and mean voice came from the house, "I can't survive this life! Baruch Hensley, if others are men, you are also a man. Others drag their families and move to the city, and the houses get bigger and bigger." , you've accomplished nothing, you're a loser, and you've brought a slut back here and stayed there for nine years!"

She, Marcia Mason, is the loser.

Nine years ago, she was just a first-year junior high school student. Her father's company declared bankruptcy, Zhengdang was imprisoned, and her mother committed suicide by jumping off a building.

She went from a little princess who was surrounded by stars overnight... to a disastrous star that everyone avoided.

Fortunately, she still had an uncle who adopted her and asked her to help in the magazine.

Closing the door and shutting out her aunt's curses, Marcia Mason took a shower. The water in her room had never been particularly warm, always half-warm.

In the mirror, there were several pinched red bruises on the snow-white skin, which was shocking to see.

The man who took over everything from her came back clearly to her eyes.

His hot breath and deep, demonic voice... surrounded her airtightly, devouring her, depriving her of her innocence...

His hands roamed and kneaded her body recklessly.

His kisses were predatory, like an animal biting every inch of her...

How could there be such a shameless and despicable man?

"brush--"

Not wanting to think about it anymore, Marcia Mason simply turned the faucet to cold. The cold water from the shower washed down, making her shiver with coldness, but she felt much better.

After changing into a nightgown and walking out of the bathroom, Marcia Mason threw the sweater and torn white skirt she wore today into the trash can. It was disgusting.

On the old-colored table were photos of me and my parents when I was a child. In the photos, I was smiling happily, with a big grin.

At that time, I didn't even understand what sadness was.

God may have seen that she was too happy when she was a child, so he filled her later life with thorns and threw all the bad things at her.

Now, I have forgotten how to write the word happiness.

Her eyes suddenly became wet. Marcia Mason put the photo on the table and stopped looking at the happy family in the photo.

Taking out the contraceptive pill she bought before going home and taking it, Marcia Mason glanced at the photographic equipment aside, and Lucius Tate's face appeared in front of her eyes.

An arrogant, arrogant, and shameless man.

But she still has to find that man.

If the man could call her by name, he must know her, and he most likely sent that shameful short video to everyone she knew.

Then how can she survive in this city and wait for her father to be released from prison?

She couldn't let this short video leak out, she could only treat it as a dog bite.

The next day, Marcia Mason arrived at Repulse Bay, but was stopped outside the community.

She had long heard that Repulse Bay was a luxury community where a few people at the top of the country's pyramid lived. She had no choice but to wait for the slim chance.

I don't know how long it took, but the dedicated guard suddenly opened the gate, walked outside, nodded and bowed, "Mr. Tate is back."

The dazzling red Ferrari flew into the community and passed her by.

Marcia Mason didn't even have time to see clearly the figure in the car.

The next second, the Ferrari reversed at high speed and stopped in front of her.

The man in the driver's seat had clean and concise short hair, deep and handsome contours, perfect profile lines, and a pair of deep eyes staring at her with interest as if watching prey, making him even more coquettish...