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Nixon opened his eyes, and his hand shot to his numbing neck.
What happened? He asked himself. He was worried about Holley since the girl filed a leave without giving anyone a heads up.
After he tracked her down, he flew to England to the Jones estate. When he arrived, like his eyes knew where she was, he spotted her talking to Cain Fay. His blood boiled, and he bolted in their direction when something sharp struck his neck, and he lost consciousness.
Slightly shaking his head, he stood to his feet and fell back down, grabbing the bed for support. His brain ran in circles and his sight blurred while his body burned, aching in pain.
He scrambled to unbuckle his pants to let out his throbbing cock.
“Nrgh!” he groaned when he stroked himself. He was in hell while experiencing heaven at the same time.
Unghh . . .
Nixon’s eyes flew to that sweet, moaning sound. He focused his unsteady gaze on the girl lying motionless on the bed.
His gulped rang free across the silence of the room, and with difficulty, he crawled on the bed, not leaving his eyes on the girl for a second. When he reached her, he blinked. He seemed to be dreaming as the beautiful face of Holley Goldwood stumbled his view.
He stared at her, not minding the fire erupting from his groin pulsating to all parts of his body, which made his dick twitched in excitement.
Holley’s face was sweaty red, complete with teary eyes and moist lips. An alluring expression he couldn’t resist!
She was begging him to do her!
“H-Holley, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” Nixon whispered in her ears, and his mouth covered hers.
Holley watched in horror as Nixon’s mouth devoured hers.
She was trying hard to speak, signaling him to get help, but only moans escaped her lips. Edging the man on. She tried to move her body, yet her muscles remained limp –– not moving an inch.
Her tears fell when Nixon ripped her clothes that not even a single garment was left. While Nixon only perceived Holley’s crying as tears of anticipation. Her face was begging him to make love to her.
“Holley . . .”
“Holley . . .”
“. . . My . . . Holley . . .”
Nixon kept chanting the woman’s name as if possessed, which only made Holley disgusted to the bones.
She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.
She couldn’t believe Cain could be this cruel. The drug made her awake, watching the horror unfolded as the man she didn’t even like violated her –– and she couldn’t do a thing to stop it!
“Nghh . . .”
She tried to say no so many times until her throat dried. Her voice, coarse. But still, moans and gasps were the only sounds escaping her lips. Her body was numb from the savaged licking, sucking and gripping. Her eyes swollen from her unending tears as her lips and tongue were pricked from all the biting.
Holley’s cries shot from her mouth in the form of silent screams when Nixon grabbed her waist, and rudely entered her.
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