The Untamed Love

In the dim light of the night, a black Maybach pulled off by the road like a cheetah.

There was a dark mass in the sky, and bean-sized raindrops kept pattering on the luxury car.

All of a sudden, a young girl pounced on the car window. Full of tears, she pushed away a man trying to approach her, "Jack Fanning, you're a monster! I'm your daughter!"

"Help! Help! Somebody, help me!" Renee Toland imploringly patted the window that was blurred by the rain.

"Nene, Daddy... Daddy likes you so much..." A hard-featured man pounced on Renee.

"Go away, go!" Renee was so frightened that her tone changed.

Sitting in the car, a man had been keeping his head low to review files, and a flash of impatience crossed his face. Casting his deep eyes up, he looked out of the window.

The heavy rain had wet the white dress of the girl, and her curvy figure was set off. Her wet black hair stuck to her scalp, and her innocent, charming face was filled with horror. Her eyes were very pretty and seductive. Although wetted by rain, they were still very clear.

Zack Wright's fingers on the files tightened abruptly.

It was her!

This was a sheer stroke of luck.

The man slightly opened his thin lips, "Dave!"

"Yes, boss!" Special assistant Dave immediately got off.

Following two cries that Zack heard, the girl was shoved into the back seat by Dave.

Zack shot a sullen glance at him.

Dave immediately lowered his head.

He knew his boss suffered from mysophobia, and it was very serious.

But didn't his boss ask him to get off to save that girl?

Aware of the salvation, Renee hung her wet head, "Thank, thank you, sir."

Zack looked at the soaked girl with a flash of disgust in his eyes.

... Renee got no response, and before she could look back, a stream of heat rose within her. Then it instantly spread to every part of her body, and she felt like burning.

It was... Jack. That monster gave her a cup of water...

Renee gritted her teeth, and her fair cheeks were tinted rosy. In the spacious carriage, the man's strong scent of hormones and pleasant perfume assaulted her nostrils. In an instant, her breathing became heavier.

Renee held on tight to the door knot till blue veins popped up the back of her hand, but still, she wouldn't let go.

No!

She shouldn't!

She must keep her chastity!

She must wait for Frank to marry her.

Zack glanced sideways at the drenched Renee. With her back towards him, she kept on shuddering.

A flicker of inquiry flashed across his eyes, and Zack immediately figured out what was going on.

He grabbed Renee's arm, tugged her closer, and asked in a deep voice, "Did that man touch you?"

Renee's eyes became blurred, and her face flushed. Her body itched to drew close to the man, but subconsciousness told her to stay away.

Unsure of his purpose, she bit her lip and answered grudgingly, "No... no... let... let go..."

The heat was eroding her remaining sanity.

"Are you a virgin?" Zack slightly tightened his grip on her.

"Yes... yes..." Delirious, Renee could only answer out of instinct.

"Go back!" Zack slightly opened his thin lips and spat two words.

"Yes, boss!" Dave hurriedly looked away from the rearview mirror.

Just now, his mouth was agape in shock.

His boss suffered from serious mysophobia. Anyone, especially women, was not allowed to approach him but must stay one meter away at least.

But his boss approached this girl on his own!

"Let... let go!" Renee was losing her consciousness.

About to lose herself, she itched to jump into the man's arms, kiss him... and even...

No!

She shouldn't!

Renee shook her head vigorously.

The water on her head was shaken off to Zack's face. With a hint of anger, he further tightened his grip on Renee's arm and spoke in an unchallengeable tone, "Don't move!"

He quickly pulled over a blanket and wrapped it around her. In so doing, the disgusting water on her body would not stain him.

In fact, his body was already stained by the rainwater.

Losing control, Renee involuntarily pounced on Zack and reached out for his neck.

With disdain, Zack shook off her hand and snarled, "If you move again, I'll send you back to that old man!"

"No, don't!" Renee drew back her hand in fear.

But...

She couldn't control herself!

Her body itched to draw close to Zack.

With on hand, Zack lifted her chin, slightly lowered his head, and spoke in a contemptuous tone, "Do you need a man so much?"

He leaned very close to Renee. When he spoke, his warm breaths assailed her slightly opened mouth. Consumed by the internal heat, she pounced on the man and kissed him on the lips regardless of everything...

No!

Not like this!

It was not her intention!

Her lips were wrapped by the man. She wanted to pull back, but he wouldn't let her.

Under his superb kiss and the effect of drugs, Renee could only follow his move and even... enjoyed it...

The Maybach finally drove into the luxurious Wright's house that resembled a palace. Clasping her waist, Zack picked up the already limp woman and headed directly to the bedroom on the second floor under the strange gazes of the butler and servants.

As soon as he entered the room, Zack couldn't wait to reach for her collar. Following a Chee-ah, her dress was torn to halves, and the man jumped at her...

Renee was the drugged one. Why was he the more anxious one?

In Zack's view, it was because of the woman's excellent skills in seduction.

...

The following day.

Still, in drowsiness, Renee woke up, struggled to lift her heavy eyelids, and moved her body, only to feel a crushing pain.

She cast her eyes up and saw a European painting of the 13th or14th century right in front of her.

Renee looked around. The room was extremely big. It should be five or six hundred square meters in size. In European style, it was decorated magnificently with antiques and resplendent items.

Renee wanted to lift the quilt and get out of bed. As soon as she moved, an overwhelming pain from her body attacked her.

She lifted the quilt, only to find her body naked.

Immediately, she jerked back into the soft quilt.

"Stop feigning innocence."

When she just hung her head, a mocking male voice came over.

The man's voice sounded pleasant, but his words were irritating.

Following the voice, Renee looked over and saw a tall man standing at the door of the bathroom about seven, eight meters away.

Dressed in a white shirt, the man had the three buttons at the top unbuttoned, revealing his well-defined chest and sexy collarbones.

Renee moved her gaze up.

The man's jaw looked angular and beautiful. His thin lips were sexy, the bridge of his nose was tall, and his deep eyes slanted and penetrating.

After a glance, Renee hurriedly cast her eyes down.

His face... was stunning!

She had seen it many times!

On Television.

"Zack Wright?" Renee tried to sound him out.

... The corner of Zack's mouth curved up into a mocking smile, and he slowly walked up.

Renee was slightly stunned, but her brains worked fast.

It was... Zack who saved her last night?

If he was Zack, it was reasonable that he owned such a luxurious house.

Zack Wright was the most powerful man in S City. At the young age of 28, he was already a heartthrob to countless women.

There were two major powers in S City. The Wright Family dominated the south while the Luther Family controlled the north.

Therefore, the south was also called Wright City, and the north Luther City.

The two powers were archenemies. In recent years, under the leadership of Zack, the Wright Family had been devouring the power of Luther City. Maybe soon, the entire S City would change its name into Wright City.

Renee could never... afford to offend such a man.

As the man approached, Renee instinctively tried to get up, but without clothes on she had to cower under the quilt. Her thin body was shivering.

"You're bold." Zack leaned slightly and clamped her delicate, fair chin.

His deep voice carried oppressing and overbearing power.

After all, he was the most powerful man in S City, and his arrogance was reasonable.

Everyone in S City called him Mr. Wright respectfully​, and only this bold woman dared to call him by his name.

"Or," Zack tightened his grip slightly, "This is your method to get my attention?"

"Ouch..." Renee blinked her clear eyes. Under the constant pain from her chin, her eyes became misty.

"You groaned like this last night but wouldn't let go of me. Are all women so hypocritical and deceptive?" Ridiculed Zack.

Hearing that, Renee blushed immediately.

Last night...

The fragments of last night swarmed back to her memory intermittently.

She lost her chastity!

Angry and ashamed, she raised her hand and tried to slap Zack in his handsome face.

But... her move was petty in Zack's eyes, and he clasped her thin wrist with one hand.

As he slightly exerted strength, a painful expression appeared on Renee's face. Casting his eyes down, he looked at his fingers.

The woman's wrist, slim and fair, couldn't stand his grip.

Under a little force, her wrist seemed to be breaking.

A crippled toy wouldn't be fun.

Out of great mercy, he let go of Renee's wrist.

Red marks were left on her wrist and chin. Cowering under the quilt, Renee looked at the dangerous man in fear.

Originally, she wanted to thank him and now dropped the idea.

Ruined by her foster father or him, what was the difference?