Maxwell was gritting his teeth, on the verge of a breakdown. Is Rabina Mitchell trying to deprive me of my wedding night perks? Not a chance!
"Impossible!" Maxwell refused decisively, his face grim. He was seething with anger.
Nia pouted. Jerk!
She clumsily tried to get down from the man's lap, only to be gripped even tighter around the waist by him.
"Let go!"
Nia tried wriggling out of his grasp, but to no avail.
Maxwell decided to stop teasing her. Her sudden wriggling had aroused him, causing a certain part of his body to stir and rise. He pressed a hand to his forehead.
"Stop moving!"
Nia froze as she felt a hard object pushing against her. Even for someone as naive as her, she knew full well what that object was.
All the blood rushed to her head, her face flushing crimson.
"You're a pervert."
Nia attempted to struggle out of his embrace, but the more she struggled, the harder that thing became...
"Stop moving!"
