Chapter 6

"You asshole!" Rosalie cursed through clenched teeth, angrily tilting her head to the side and looking out the window.

Victor didn't get annoyed when he heard her curse, instead, gave a light chuckle.

It was clear that she was the pitiful clown, but she was still haughty like a savage princess, and did not even give a straight look at him.

Victor was in awe of her beauty but was deeply disappointed in her attitude.

With his nobility and pride, he would not allow...

The cloud in his deep eyes dispersed with waves of gloom and doom.

Before the car was even parked, he carried Rosalie into the villa.

"Hey, hey, hey! You let go of me!" Rosalie hung upside down on his shoulder, angry and fiercely pinching his back, "Beast, scum! You should go to hell!"

Victor went straight in as if he hadn't heard a thing.

The villa was large, and the interior design reflected the luxury and aura of his personality.

The maids were busy in the living room, and when they saw them enter, they all said respectfully, "Sir," and hurriedly retired again.

"Help! Hey, hey, you guys!" Rosalie was furious while yelling and struggling. But how could all these people ignore this?

She suddenly remembered the words of that security guard outside the gate. They must have gotten used to him bringing back different women.

"Bang!" Victor threw Rosalie directly onto the big bed and huffed, "Have you gotten enough?!"

This little woman. Does she still think she’s some kind of Rich princess girl? Victor narrowed his eyes.

No one had ever dared to try to escape from him while scolding him.

Rosalie broke away from him and hurriedly took out her pepper spray and pointed it at Victor, "Don't come any closer! You give me back that video, and I'll give you the memory card containing the images I took of you and Vanessa."

Victor appeared to be choked and hurt by the way she gazed hatefully at him.

She was so desperate to get rid of him, wasn't she?

No way!!! His lips pursed, "What you're doing is pointless."

She, Rosalie, would never be able to escape him, Victor, in her life.

Her scorn and insult to him years ago had long planted seeds of hatred in his heart that were hard to eradicate.

He grabbed Rosalie's arm roughly.

When Rosalie's wrist was firmly pressed, the pepper spray in her hand immediately fell from her grasp. She could not conceal her horror as she gulped in fear.

Victor's face was gloomy, like a beast ready to swallow her up.

Rosalie was so scared that she didn't dare to breathe and kept backing up.

Her face now appears a little more tender as the weakness, and the attractive face in front of him finally eased his anger.

The hostility in his body also dissipated a lot by this.

But the more she displayed this kind of charming and pitiful look, the more his desire got provoked.

He stared that face, then without saying a word, pulled off the tie around his neck and tied Rosalie's hands to the bedpost.

Rosalie struggled hard with all her efforts but no use at all!

What was even more humiliating was her posture after being tied by him!

"Are you crazy? You psycho! Let go of me!" Rosalie's legs kicked haphazardly, trying to stop him from getting closer.

Victor's tall body leaned down and bound Rosalie's legs with his knees, and the lust in his eyes intensified, "Let me hear your voice again, and I'll fuck you!"

His voice was low and beautiful, but dangerous.

Rosalie didn't dare to ignore his warning.

Her gaze instantly became a bit sad and her tone softer, "Victor, please let me go, okay? It's my fault for disturbing you, you are generous, let me go, can you?"

Oh!

This little woman switched her attitude really fast ah! Victor thought.

It's just too late to be afraid now!

The corners of Victor's mouth turned up, showing a sly smile, "You begging me?"

He approached her face, intoxicated by the smell of her body, his long and slender fingers restlessly unbuttoned her, "Begging me is useless, little woman. You have to put the effort into satisfying me well."