She no longer remembers the last time she cried.
Back then, she worked desperately to keep up with the young master's pace, doing physical training just to smoothly graduate from the academy and enter the military.
At that time, no matter the pain or exhaustion, she was unafraid.
But now, the unfamiliar warm current surging through her body, along with the strange tingling sensation at the tip of her heart, could bring Harrison Lucas to tears, begging for mercy.
Not to mention, the man buried at her chest.
His every gentle bite, every kiss and nibble, left her powerless to resist.
The girl's pleading cries, mixed with sobs, not only failed to stop Jordan Lancaster, but instead excited the intoxicated man even more.
"I like hearing you call me 'young master'… say it again." His tall, imposing figure pressed down, finally releasing the poor softness, and instead gently biting her neck, his voice hoarse and alluring.
"Young… master…?"
