Yate City, in the luxurious VIP room of Havens Hotel.
A stunning girl dressed in silk was laying on the bed, twisting her body continuously.
Queenie Charlton slowly opened her eyes, feeling increasing heat and restlessness within. Her complexion suddenly changed.
Was she drugged?
What shocked her more was that the door opened and immediately closed again. A sleazy fat man walked in. He squinted his small eyes and approached her eagerly.
She immediately realized that she was in an extremely dangerous environment!
In the next second, Queenie vigorously jumped off the bed. She picked the floor lamp beside her and swung it at the disgusting man's head. However, the man instinctively shielded himself.
Taking advantage of the brief moment of his distraction, she quickly rushed forward, opened the door, and escaped, leaving behind only that repulsive man's painful cries.
Anyone who dared to provoke Queenie would suffer severe consequences!
Just as she walked towards the elevator, the growing heat within became burdensome. She had no choice but to open the adjacent room's door to take shelter for the time being.
The door was unlocked, and inside was pitch black all around, as if no one was here.
Queenie took a deep breath, feeling the heat intensifying.
"Who are you? Get out!" A deep, masculine voice shattered the tranquility in the darkness.
The sudden reprimand didn't clear Queenie's haze. The drug was getting stronger, and her mind was gradually getting fuzzy.
A man?
With such a magnetic voice?
Despite the underlying anger in his sexy voice, to her ears, it carried a hint of seductive enchantment.
Desire spread through her body, relentless and lingering.
"Another cames to my door!" The man remained angry.
Before Queenie could react, he grabbed her collar, ready to throw her out.
"Hmm, what are you doing? I want to sleep with you!" Queenie's consciousness was completely engulfed by the drug. She instinctively wrapped around the man.
With a tearing sound, Queenie forcefully ripped off the man's shirt. Her cherry-red lips then landed heavily on the man's cold lips.
"So cooling, how soothing!" Waves of shivers coursed through her body, completely engulfing her rationality. Her voice turned hoarse, and she desired to possess the man beneath her.
She tore off the restraints on her body. With her mouth slightly agape, she kissed the man deeply. Her hands continuously caressed the man's chest, boldly and assertively.
"Do you even know what you're doing?" The man's eyes grew even deeper.
"It's hot... I need... Fu*k..." Queenie's breath became rapid. The burning heat within her consumed her like an invisible fire, and she urgently pressed the man beneath her.
"Oh, babe. Do you really want?" The man's voice was suppressed.
Queenie was inexperienced, different from those vain girls he encountered before.
Desire filled the room.
After a night of madness, Queenie woke up from her daze.
The intense pain between her legs instantly brought her to full consciousness.
She recalled the events. She was drugged, then she escaped to another room. Something unspeakable happened here with a man. Did she fu*k him initially?
Queenie quickly picked up her clothes and hastily got dressed. Her priority now was to escape before the man woke up, afraid he would trouble her.