Chapter 225: Assistant Manager Joe.

At this point, he didn't want to talk nonsense with her.

Tossing the pen in his hand, he pushed her around with one hand, his other tugging up her skirt to her waist...

"What are you trying to do..."

The man didn't speak; he directly used actions to convey his intentions to her.

She can't let him tire her out until she falls asleep; her ears would not be at peace. Asking all sorts of things is just troublesome.

Fiona Forger's back turned toward Damian Desmond, pressing her back against his chest. Even though there are two layers of clothing in between, she can still feel the heat emanating from him, almost scorching.

"Don't... don't do this... stop..."

She struggled against the hands that were relentlessly moving with dominance over her body, unsure if it was fear or if the man's provocative movements were just too much. Her fair cheeks gradually turned pink.

Damian Desmond didn't pay any attention to her weak resistance, lightly biting her earlobe, which made it flush too. Calmly, he