After chatting for a while, Waston, initially wary of Lucian, began to notice that Lucian didn’t object to his behavior. This emboldened him, and his touches grew increasingly bold and unrestrained.
Megan bit her lip until it bled, knowing she had to endure or face a massive penalty fee she couldn’t possibly afford.
Yet, being degraded in such a manner made her whole body shake with rage.
Waston’s groping became more frantic, his eyes reddening, until he finally couldn’t hold back any longer and said, “I’m taking Megan back now. You go ahead.”
The other men, understanding the implication all too well, exchanged knowing looks.
Megan was pale as death, understanding all too well what would happen if she left with Waston.
She really didn’t want to go.
When he pulled her, she resisted desperately.
Despite her resistance, Waston’s face remained amiably smug, though a flicker of annoyance passed through his eyes.
He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Do you think anyone else would save you in this situation? Be good, and you’ll live a life of luxury. Understand?”
His corpulent figure loomed over her, his breath hot against her ear.