It was a bathroom. Not far away, the shower head was still on, sending up clouds of mist.
The man's thin lips were cold - he must have had a cold bath. When he pressed them against hers, both of them shivered.
Carlos seemed to be stimulated by her warm lips. He instantly clutched the back of Belinda's head and held her tightly in his arms.
The white shirt and suit pants on him were soaked, dripping with cold water. Dragged into his wet and hard chest, Belinda trembled all over, and the water immediately made her white chiffon dress transparent - now she looked as messy as Carlos.
Belinda felt both the warmth of his burning chest and the coldness of the water.
Scared, she struggled and her heart began to palpitate.
She hit Carlos's back so hard that even her hands hurt. However, the man didn't loosen her a little.
Maybe it was because her hands were too troublesome, he made a semi-circle with her and the cold water poured down on her head. They switched their places. Now, Carlos was leaning against the wall. To prevent her from punching his back, he pressed her hands tightly against his muscular back and the wall.
Belinda was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
There was nothing she could do but let this hungry wolf do whatever he wanted.
At this moment, some terrible memories like a nightmare swept over her. Belinda's tears unconsciously rolled down into their tangled lips.
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