7. His Cruelty

“Mmhhh.... Let go of me!”

Natalie shook her head to avoid Dante’s kiss. He suddenly lowered his head and swept his tongue across her neck. Her whole body was suddenly tense.

Gloomy images of the past flashed through Natalie’s head. Images of her ex fucking her, adoring every inch of her body, loving her like an ember, but then throwing her away like she was nothing. Her heart ached.

“No,” Natalie muttered, shaking her head. She tried to remove her hands. Her legs kicked. The look in her eyes implied fear.

“Don’t touch me!” she snapped.

Dante gripped her hand even tighter. He stared at her with a furrowed brow. During their interaction, Natalie had been cold and unfeeling, as if her emotions were long gone. She could control her fear very well. However, this time, her fear was so obvious.

Of course, Dante became curious. What was she so afraid of?

Natalie was clearly no longer a virgin. That information was even relayed by the host at the auction house. She shouldn’t have anything left