Zane Thorne's face was ashen, the lines on his profile tense, and Natalie Vaughn could even see the muscles protruding when he clenched his jaw.
Thud, Natalie's heart skipped a beat.
It's over.
She's really in trouble.
She's completely pissed Zane Thorne off this time.
The man's breathing was heavy, his voice hoarse and deep, through gritted teeth.
"Natalie!"
His physique was strong, and he was so powerful that the woman couldn't possibly escape his grasp. And now, his anger was ignited.
Zane Thorne smiled, as if coming from hell. He didn't tear Natalie's clothes, but started to wander over her body through the fabric.
The fabric of the nightgown was already thin and translucent, and Natalie could clearly feel the man's burning large palm, her body trembling uncontrollably.
She should think of a way, but the man's scorching temperature made her unable to think.
