Chapter 2

Rosalie looked at the man's stance, her body stiffened in fear and her face was pale.

The man stepped on the lawn with powerful killing intent as he approached her.

But her legs were like lead, she still couldn't move.

"What do you want? You... Don't come any closer!" Rosalie's voice had a little wariness in it.

"If you come any closer, I will call the police!"

Victor stopped in his tracks and stared at Rosalie as if he had heard some kind of joke, "Call the police? The one who should call the police is me, okay? Taking pictures when others are doing some private things is fun, right? How about I give you a chance to experience the happiness of doing this yourself, hum?"

Garbage man!

Rosalie's face blushed red, "I don't understand what you’re talking about, I just came for a walk."

It was not easy to shoot this amazing material, and she will definitely not let the man snatch them away.

But the tricks are too naivete to Victor. He would not let her go of course.

A white dress wrapped around Rosalie’s slender figure, her fair face looking pure without makeup.

She didn't know how innocent and both seductive she looked like in Victor’s eyes now.

He just wanted to destroy this innocence at this moment.

"I will make you pay for what you did today and regret them for the rest of your life. Little woman."

The man's tone was cold and arrogant, with a powerful aura that was scary.

But Rosalie had long known that since she decided to be an entertainment reporter, being threatened would be a common occurrence in her working life, so she held her head high and still refused to hand over the photos.

"What do you mean by that? You have to bear the legal responsibility if you try to hurt me." As she spoke, the big eyes dripped around.

She had to hurry to escape from here, from this dangerous man. She told herself.

She looked around.

But to the left was a rushing creek, and to the right was a wire fence...

She tried to calm Victor down and slowly stepped backward, thinking of the perfect escape plan.

"Wanna run? No way!"

Victor saw what she was thinking and jerked forward to grab her arm. The other of his hand probed directly into her shirt.

The sizzling heat of his fingertips induced a tingle in Rosalie's body like a surge of electricity.

The son of a bitch! Was he trying to search her or molest her?

But she didn't even think too much about it and directly threw the camera to the opposite bank of the creek.

This action wore off the last vestiges of the man's patience.

He shouldn't be merciful.

"You're not smart at all." Victor gritted his teeth and put more force on his hand.

He pushed Rosalie against the fence and dominantly gained control of her, his strong hormonal scent wrapping around her.

With one arm, his warm palm squeezed her chin, and with the other, he dug into her underwear and kneaded the softness inside.

The woman's body was so well matured.

He didn't realize this woman's body was so sexy.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly and he snorted a laugh.

‘Little woman, I really didn't expect to meet you again this way. This time you can't escape from me.’

"Stinking rascal!" Rosalie reacted and fought to push him away.

A rascal?

What a rascal has to do with this is yet to come!

Rosalie is 5'6", with a slender figure was like a small bonny in front of Victor, who was 6'8", and although her little fists were waving hard, they could not even scratch an itch.

Victor easily subdued her, ripped open her dress, and lowered his head close to her, the fragrant scent made his cold eyes narrow slightly.

"I'll give you a more interesting night."

His voice was cold and deep, like a demon from hell, causing a coldness.

"Ah..."

A sharp scratch at the root of her thighs, and her thin stockings instantly cut through.

The pain of her legs caused Rosalie's body to arch slightly and tightened, and her body trembled.

"Get up!" Victor pulled Rosalie up with one big hand and tore her long skirt off her body and threw it to the ground.