Chapter 2 Moonlit Night Obsession

Robin was terrified by his passionate kiss. Her mouth was filled with the taste of the wine and a stranger.

Her chin clasped by his hand couldn't move a bit, and she had to endure his passion.

He planned to have a quick kiss but lost himself.

Hurt by his rough movement; Robin bit him. Feeling her resistance, Terrance moved away from her lips.

His eagle's eyes glittered in the dark while his expression was inexplicable.

"You're the first woman I want to kiss at first sight."

"You are also the first woman who dare bite me."

His tone was playful and devious.

Robin was appalled by his impetuous and fierce vibe. Like a fawn, she looked at him and widened her pleading eyes.

"Sir, I didn't mean to enter your room; please let me go...."

There was a quiver in her gentle voice, and she looked like a pitiful rabbit, which aroused the man even more.

"Let you go?"

Terrance raised his tone and looked at her calmly, "I never strike a bad deal."

"What... what do you want?" Robin asked wonderingly. Her pearly teeth bit her lip swollen from his kiss.

She was once again met with silence.

Terrance put down the goblet, bent down, picked her up from the pink box, and carried her steadily in his arms.

When she was placed on the bed, the cold bedsheet sent a shiver through her. In fear, she grasped a corner of his towel.

Frightened, she exerted strength in her hand.

The towel, loosely wrapping around his waist, was pulled off.

"Looks like you're more eager than me." His voice was deep, attractive, and devilish.

The corner of his mouth curved up in a dangerous smile, and his fervent eyes gazed at her delicate body.

When his palm stroked her cheek, the sensation was like a horrible electric shock.

Panic and fear gripped her heart.

No!

It was her 18th birthday today!

How could she lose her virginity to a stranger?

Trepidation slowly tinted her dilated pupils. Her voice was so shaky that she could barely finish a sentence.

"Please, let me go... let me go, I'm in love. I have a boyfriend."

A contemptuous sneer was the only reply. His voice was gruesome and icy. All of a sudden, he held her tightly, and his big hand clasped her pointed chin.

The ribbons that bound her feet and hands were torn apart by his hand—the pieces scattered around the floor. Robin curled up, trembled, cowered, and struggled.

Terrance slowly approached her and cruelly reached out his big palm...

"Sir, let me go..."

"Don't touch me; I'm only 18..."

"I'm about to get engaged. Please, don't ruin me, no...."