Her clothes were torn to pieces and she was held on the ground against her will by those BASTARDS. And they began to kiss her with a stinky mouth.
She screamed desperately for help, but it was useless.
One man kicked her legs, and the hard thing below pressed against her.
In an instant, she cried out in despair.
She’s screwed up, completely screwed up.
She could never wash off this shit. Even Bruce will HATE her for this, let alone Frederic!!!
But at the VERY moment, a familiar figure rushed out and dragged those men off her, punching them hard in the face.
IT WAS FREDERIC.
When she saw him, he was like a savior. No, he WAS the savior.
Frederic immediately fought with the bastards. He kicked their asses and soon gained the upper hand of the fight.
In the end, the little bastards let out a few trash talks and turned and left.
Frederic quickly came to Irma. He took off his clothes and wrapped them around her. Then he held her in his arms and got out of there.
She didn’t even know if it was her illusion or what, Irma saw the distress and caress in his eyes.
Along the way, Irma’s body was so hot that she kept leaning on Frederic’s body. She kept touching him and she was eager to find a trace of clear spring.
Frederic pressed her down.
In the end, Frederic had no choice but to find a hotel nearby. They registered a room. He held Irma in his arms and walked inside, and threw Irma on the bed.
But Irma hugged Frederic and unwilling to let go. She kissed him fiercely but clumsily.
Frederic was stirred up and became horny by her kiss. He deadly wanted to PRESS her on the bed and FUCK her hard!
But thinking that she was about to marry Bruce, he endured it and dragged Irma off himself, staring at Irma and growling, “Irma, see it for yourself!!! I am Frederic! You gotta calm the FUCK down!”
“Frederic… Frederic…” Irma murmured Frederic’s name and kept rubbing at Frederic, “Frederic… I feel… I feel like I’m on fire… fuck me… please fuck me!!!”
Frederic COULDN’t hold it back anymore.
He pressed Irma under him with a sullen face and sneered, “Irma, you’re literally BEGGING me to FUCK YOU!!! Well, don’t blame me!!”
The next second, he ripped Irma’s clothes apart.
At the moment, Irma was so dizzy that she just wanted to get rid of the heat in her body quickly.
She desperately kissed Frederic, as if Frederic was her last spring.
That night, she twisted her body to ride on Frederic ALL NIGHT, and Frederic satisfied her again and again, leading her to experience the joy of rushing into the clouds.
Early the next morning, Irma woke up with a headache.
Seeing Frederic naked next to her, she struck her head desperately, trying to recall everything last night.
She was so damn annoyed to remember how she rode on Frederic, NAKED!!
OH SHIT!! She fell for Una’s trap! Fuck.
Fortunately, Frederic saved her.
But thinking of the hatred between her and Frederic, and the thought that she was about to marry Bruce, she smiled bitterly and carefully put on her clothes and was ready to leave.
Frederic, thank you for saving me. But…I’m sorry. I don’t know how to deal with you.
I am your enemy, and now I finally have to marry someone else.
“Irma, when have you become a such a coward?” The next second, her wrist was squeezed vigorously, and Frederic’s low, hoarse voice emerged behind her.