And soon, she saw Roy's red face and cold eyes like a wolf's, and Cassie was regretful again because she knew her behavior would arouse scary results. She began to open the door madly, but she just couldn't make it.
She felt her wrist tighten. The annoyed man moved toward her like a real wolf, kissing her with great strength. Her body was tightly held, and Roy's strong chest pressed her. His other hand peeled off the belt on her waist and entered into her dress, climbing up her body.
Soon his fingertip touched something warm.
Cassie wanted to scream, but his tongue slipped in as she opened her mouth. The great strength she felt made her frown; however, what most made her embarrassed was Roy's hand.
His hand covered her breast without hesitation, and his strong palm didn't seem to care about her. The kneading by his rough skin was just like a punishment for her.
