Chapter 883

As long as Anderson didn't push the boundary of what Mayra couldn't accept, she could only allow him to vent his animalistic needs despite feeling disgusted by it. Anderson left his marks all over the fair skin on her chest. She closed her eyes in response to the humiliation and bit her lip to prevent herself from making any sounds from the discomfort. "My arm hurts…" Feeling the girl in his arms trembling, Anderson finally regained a bit of composure. Mayra didn't know when she ended up sitting on Anderson's lap, but the two were facing each other. She was disheveled with half her shoulders exposed, her expression pitiable as her eyes brimmed with tears. Anderson, on the other hand, was still impeccably dressed. Yet he merely resembled a well-dressed beast at that moment. Anderson was breathing heavily, his breaths disordered and ragged. She had thought he was someone who could resist temptation and practice self-control, but unexpectedly, he was no better than a beast. "