W-What's going on?
Harrison Lucas's bright eyes were shimmering, wide open, completely unable to understand what was happening!
And Ben Lucas, who was hugging her, wickedly pinched her with his large hand, and whispered hoarsely against her earlobe, "The sofa is still too small... let's go to the bed."
The bed, the bed...
Harrison Lucas's nearly stalled brain finally started working again.
"Young Master, we can't continue... hmm..." Harrison Lucas's words of protest were mercilessly blocked in her throat by the man's forceful kiss.
Her young master, usually the most assertive and stern, always had his way.
After drinking, his inherent wickedness and domineering nature seemed to be fully magnified. Harrison Lucas was held and kissed by Ben Lucas all the way upstairs, her entire being melting like spring water in his embrace.
The small figure, without a stitch on, was held in the man's arms, crossing step after step.
