Destined To Love

In the dimly lit room, filled with scorching and flirtatious atmosphere.

The crystal glass on the table reflected the figures of two people on the bed, evoking wild thoughts.

On the bed, the man was handcuffed to the corners of the bed in a big character shape, his expression on the verge of explosion, staring at the woman sitting on his abdomen with his eyes wide open, gritting his teeth and scolding: "Woman, I give you three seconds to disappear in front of me, or you will die ugly!"

Charles Spencer never dreamed that he would be forced one day, and the other party was a married woman!

Isabel Spencer was only wearing a black lace gauze, her figure was visible and invisible, her wavy hair was messy on her shoulders, like a thorny rose, beautiful and breathtaking, scratching peoples hearts.

She smiled charmingly, but her eyes were desolate when she looked at Charles Spencer, she knew he didnt remember herself.

"Mr. Charles, you look good even when youre angry." Isabel Spencer teased Charles Spencer with a practiced air, trying to cover up her inner panic.

"Do you want to die?" The words squeezed out from his teeth, his wrists were already red marks from his own furious strength.

Isabel Spencer ignored his anger and leaned forward to let her softness against him, blowing on his face if there was no intention: "As the saying goes, its a ghost who dies under the peony, if I really slept with Mr. Charles, I would die without regret."

Damn it, he actually had a reaction to this woman!

Feeling his change, Isabel Spencer smiled more and more charmingly, and her actions became more and more bold, if you ignore her slightly trembling hands.

"Click -!" A soft and boneless hand untied his belt.

Charles Spencer didnt want to admit that he actually enjoyed being dominated, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and his voice was low: "Woman, playing with fire will be self-immolation!"

Isabel Spencer leaned over to his ear and gently bit his earlobe: "I like self-immolation, actually Mr. Charles also likes it, right?"

In order to let him face it frankly, Isabel Spencer deliberately put his hand in and held his heat.

In the dim light, a low and restrained groan was heard.

Charles Spencer closed his eyes tightly, and the woman dared to humiliate him so much, and his reputation was destroyed in the hands of a woman, very good, this revenge he remembered!

Isabel Spencer squinted slightly, compared to the fearlessness on the surface, in fact, the heart is nervous to death, if not forced to the end, how could she provoke this man?

The arrow is on the string and has to be shot.

She lay on the man, like a dragonfly pecking his face, his neck, making him itchy and unbearable, just want to release himself.

But damn it, his hands and feet are locked, and the woman is not entering the theme, its really torturing people to death.

Finally, the man who waited for a long time exploded: "What are you hesitating for?"

Isabel Spencer just reacted, her cheeks suddenly turned red, biting her lower lip and leaning close to his ear and whispering: "Im sorry, Im just starting, Im not good at business, please bear with me, Mr. Charles."

Just starting? Charles Spencers eyes sank, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Isabel Spencer was a bit flustered and took off the clothes of the two people, looking at the ferocious and somewhat terrifying in front of her, but still gritted her teeth and closed her eyes and sat down slowly.

Pain! The pain of being torn to the limbs and bones.

The tears that had been held back for a long time also slid down the corner of her eye, its really good, Charles Spencer, the first time is you.