The smokey atmosphere, the loud music playing at the end of the stage, the various colors of disco lights, and the men's screams as they sipped the drink she couldn't name.

That was the first thing Margaux saw when she stepped into the sinful disco bar.

Margaux clung so tightly to her jacket as she struggled to blend in with the bodies that didn't care if they were touched.

Margaux tried to avoid them, but the second time her body was hit by an unknown personality, she backed away but also came to a halt as to what she was doing when her back collided with a sturdy body that looked like a concrete object that could not be broken even by the storm.

Unexpectedly, she looked up to see who that man was, only to find Declan frowning at her.

"How come you always took a step back?"

The man inquired, and it was only then that Margaux realized Declan had already grasped both of her shoulders, holding them for support so she wouldn't fall to her feet.

Then Declan steered her to the right path of facing him.

"..ugh! I — I..." How is she going to express her dissatisfaction with the situation? She couldn't look Declan in the eyes and instead concentrated on her feet.

He gradually let go of her, but he never took his gaze away from her. Declan's eyes narrowed as he looked down at her mini skirt.

"Why are you... w-wearing a..." Declan clenched his left fist in his mouth before coughing, "—skirt that can see your legs. Men here are dangerous. They are wild when it comes to releasing body heat."

Margaux became alarmed at the sudden appearance of danger. She rolled her eyes at the whole thing and noticed a few men staring at her as if they were about to strip her naked.

Margaux flinched from the terror in her body; if she hadn't felt Declan's grip on her side again and turned her without hesitation to bring the body closer to the man, Margaux wouldn't have been able to look away from those men who chased lust after the flesh.

She raised her eyes to Declan, who was now staring down at her.

"Don't worry, don't be scared; you're with me, and once those assholes see that I'm holding you, they'll eventually turn away from you."

Margaux was still nervous. "H-how did you say that?" Declan then gave her a reassuring smile.

Margaux couldn't help but wonder once more. Declan has given her a genuine smile for the second time.

"Why don't you look around and see for yourself, Margaux?" said the young man, and she immediately regained her sight, proving Declan correct.

It felt like a gunshot wound to the men who had suddenly averted their gaze and were now preoccupied.

"Now get going."

She returned her gaze to the young man, puzzled, "huh?"

"Go ahead, you walk first, and I'll just follow."

"But, w-why—"

"Just do it, okay?" she heard the irritation in its tone. "Why are you asking so many more questions?"

Margaux simply turned away, as she didn't want to argue any longer. She no longer felt detached, as if she were about to be slaughtered by the looks men were throwing her way.

But, once again, the deadly stare of the women in the distance was striking. Margaux simply ignored it, as she was no longer interested.

"Declan!" yelled a man ahead of Margaux, and she couldn't place who it was. But it wasn't until she got closer that she realized who that voice belonged to.

Declan's closest companions were Lucifer Bennington and his twin Tanner.

She suddenly shrank back, especially as the men stared her down from head to toe.

Declan, Lucifer, and Tanner exchange a man hug before a fist bump, and Margaux turns around as Declan's two friends looked at her.

She recognized them because they had both witnessed Declan's rejection of her proposal at the time.

Declan seemed to be teasing Margaux. It demonstrates to his friends that Declan can easily command her obedience while also insulting her at any time.

"You really included Margaux, bud. Hahaha why is that?" Declan just smiled before turning to face her.

"Sit, Margaux," the young man said, giving her a cynical look before screamed out loud.

Margaux's feathers were healed as a result of what they did. It was as if she was betting, and she imagined them secretly giving each other a money when she was no longer in front of them.

Margaux eventually decided to return home. She returned her attention to the one she and Declan were going through. Maybe she won't vanish if she goes all the way to the end by herself, right?

Margaux turned to face the young man, while Declan was conversing with Lucifer and Tanner, who were now sipping the newly released sourdest drink that was already on the table for them.

Then Margaux coughed to get Declan's attention, and it didn't take her long to turn it around.

"Do you need anything, Margaux?" Declan turned to face her and placed his hand slightly in front of her and on her face, causing her to hold her breath.

"C-can I-I go to the comfort room?" she may ask, and the truth is that she is really going home at that point.

Declan stood up and stared at the very dark room with the very spacious cubicle, which surprised Margaux.

"L-go, let's and I'll accompany you—"

"No, let me do it!" exclaimed the young man, turning his head to face her.

"You don't know every nook and cranny of this place, Margaux; men are now in the—"

"Can I be myself?"

"No, you are not—"

"I can do whatever the hell I want!" What Margaux really doesn't want is for someone to get in the way of her decision.

Declan moaned before averting his gaze, returning to his seat, and ignoring her.

Margaux bit her lower lip uncomfortably, despite Declan's refusal to let her leave.

Then, all of a sudden, one of the twins turned to her. She only knew who it was because of the t-shirt they were wearing with the name printed on the front.

Lucifer was one of the twins who approached her. Instead, he gave her a friendly smile.

"Go Margaux, Declan was just... uhmm...mad!" Margaux nodded and turned away.

Because she had already stepped on her feet, she had no idea what Declan's reaction would be.

Margaux felt as if she was being watched with each step she took, but she ignored it and kept on walking.

Because of the music that swayed their hips, she was already engulfed by people dancing. Margaux looked over at Declan's table, but they were no longer visible.

She smiled because she realized she could finally go home at that point.

Margaux's smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Three men stood in her way, staring at her like mad dogs.

Their tongues were still protruding from their mouths, and a smirk was plastered across their faces, terrifying her entire body.

She was about to flee to cross the street when they apprehended her. Margaux yelled for help, but no one came to her aid as she suffered at the hands of the three men, as if something bad was in store for her.

Along with the very loud ringing of disco sounds, there was a very loud shout from Margaux. However, everyone else was still dancing, and no one seemed to notice her screams.

The men dragged Margaux to a location where she had lost track of the disco bar.

Margaux couldn't figure out why she was crying in the middle of the night.

"D-Declan! Release me, Declan help!" she yelled, but no one came to her aid.

As she sobbed, she could hear the men's deafening laughter.

A man let go of her hand in order to caress her leg with his fingers.

"N-no! N-no! Please, please. H-have mercy, please! Let me go."

Two other men were holding both of her arms, and it wasn't until she realized she was in a sinful room that she realized what was going on.

She screamed and sobbed for assistance. Margaux then felt a hand on her womanhood.

"Nooooooooo!"

Margaux's attention was drawn to the door because of a loud bang.

Declan was standing in the door jamb, fist clenched, looking at her lying on the bed and being molested by men lusting after flesh.

"D-Declan......" She stiffened. Her heart was pounding at a rapid pace. The men have also stopped molesting her and are now staring at a young man whose face cannot be printed.

"M-Margaux..." Declan said as he looked at the men who were molesting her.

The young man clenched his fists at the criminals who were about to rape her because of the speed of events. Margaux screamed as she was not used to seeing such a sensitive commotion in front of her.

Declan's face darkened as he looked at the man who had suddenly scrambled out of the room and even hit his head on the partition of the wall.

Declan's gaze was drawn to her, and he approached her slowly, bowed, and knelt to check on her.

Margaux couldn't help but embrace the young man. Sobbing.

Margaux wasn't sure if she was holding his breath because her hug was so tight, but the young man didn't complain.

"T-Thank you, D-Declan; I-I'm not sure what's going on with me right now if you don't come."

Declan was deafeningly quiet. Instead, he simply allowed her to embrace the young man too tightly.

"I told you, it's dangerous for a woman to walk around without any resistance to men who crave flesh, and you..." He paused. Margaux was also relieved by Declan's voice, which indicated that he was...angry but concerned.

"You're so stubborn, Margaux... You're so stubborn that I just want to smack my head against the wall; what if I don't come? What's wrong with you now—"

Margaux manages to speak up in between sobs.

"I'm s-sorry.... I-I really want to go home, b-because I really am not comfortable with the place Declan." Finally she had said it all.

"Bullshit! Why didn't you just tell me first hand?"

Margaux simply closed her eyes due to Declan's scream. Margaux just hugged Declan even tighter around his massive frame. "I... I just had an idea—"

"—Are you going home alone? Am I right there?" She didn't respond.

For a brief moment, the surroundings were deafeningly quiet. She was startled when Declan grabbed her arms and wrapped them around her body and stood up.

She was afraid of being left in the room and knew she didn't deserve to be there.

When Margaux noticed Declan, he immediately removed his coat and wrapped it around her thighs.

For some reason, and for the first time, she just looked at the young man as he did that. Declan made her feel secure.

Today, he isn't the Declan who teases her all the time, but the Declan who genuinely wants to protect her.

Margaux later realized that her buttocks had simply risen away from the bed as a result of the young man's load.

"Let's go home," he said, but Margaux was speechless and couldn't respond.

Margaux's system was still filled with fear and nervousness, especially when she heard the horrifying voices of those men who wanted to move her even further.

For the first time, she appreciates Declan's assistance.

Margaux feels safe in his care for the first time.

They didn't agree on many things, but at the time, she wanted to thank Declan for saving her from the hands of those men who were planning to do unnecessary things to her.

Declan's eyes darkened as he remembered the fear that had crept into Margaux's face when he saw the girl lying on the bed while being feasted on by three mad men lusting after flesh.

He had no idea why he suddenly felt the urge to kill at those times.

Margaux only said goodbye to go in the comfort, but Declan was surprised when the girl still couldn't come back after only five minutes, so he immediately followed her.

Only to discover that Margaux had been molested and that he was still inside the room where much sin had already occurred.

He erupted in rage. He didn't control his rage; instead, he let it out by fighting those three.

But the one who remained standing fled when he realized he couldn't stand up to another standing man whos is Declan disarmed the men who had molested Margaux.

He was also irritated when the girl declined his offer to accompany her to the restroom, which was.... She wishes to return home without informing him.

In short, Margaux lied to him.

Now that he was driving home, he called Lucifer and Tanner to let them know he couldn't return to their table.

They even inquired as to the reason, but he purposefully hung up the phone.

Declan looked at Margaux, who was now stunned, as if out of her mind, and knew it was the result of what had happened.

"M-Margaux..." Declan called her name, but she froze and jumped in fear as a result of his sudden speech.

Margaux gave him a menacing look.

"Is-there s-something y-you n-need?" She crammed herself into the farthest corner of his car in the passenger seat at the same time.

And was afraid he'd be able to touch her like those men did, but he couldn't... Declan should have been more cautious now that he can see fear in her eyes.

"Are you..." What should he instead ask Margaux?

Instead of speaking, he remained silent and resumed driving, his attention focused on the road.

Many scenarios flashed through his mind, all of which involved charging the three men who had done it against his will. Margaux's unwillingness to molest it and almost.... shit!

Declan became agitated, but on the other hand, he questioned himself over and over.

Why did he become suddenly concerned about Margaux?

What's the deal with... He appears to want to protect her as much as possible.

Margaux was still in the passenger seat to his right, in the corner of the side of his car.

Declan turned the steering wheel and pulled over to the side of the road. It was after eleven o'clock at night, and only a few vehicles like them were passing on the road that was openly passable.

Then he looked at her, and Declan could see her fear right through her.

"M-Margaux—"

"D-don't t-touch me pleaseeee, don't!" The girl held out his hand as he was about to hold Margaux's hand.

She was sobbing as well, and Declan tried everything he could to get Margaux to look at him.

Declan felt millions of needles piercing his chest when he saw Margaux's tears streaming down from her eyes to her cheeks after he successfully presented her face to him.

She even wrapped her palm around his holds to remove the hands he had on her cheek, but Declan wouldn't let go.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he spoke.

"It's just me; no more men will ever hurt you."

However, Margaux was hesitant. Her eyes were dull as well, as if she had been separated from him.

Declan then sighed.

He was sorry for her; it was all his fault, no matter how he looked at it.

Declan felt compelled to inflict pain on himself as a result of his folly. It's insufficient, and the girl comes across as almost vulgar in... That is, in a pleasant location.... shit!

"I'll just take you home," said the girl, who didn't say anything but didn't nod or give him any strange signal to do so.

He simply shook his hand and sat in the driver's seat. Declan then started the engine and let it roar.

When he turned to look again, Margaux covered herself with his coat.

It still avoids his presence. Declan had no choice but to return the car to the girl's home.

He didn't have to ask because he already knew where the girl lived.

Declan was quietly driving along the road when he heard Margaux's weak sobs again.

Shit!

He turns the steering wheel once more, only to find himself staring at Margaux, who is shaking in her seat...

"M-Margaux! What's w-wrong?" he exclaimed, unsure what to do and restless.

Declan then raised his hand to examine her forehead, but she did not have a fever. It was literally shaking so much that he turned Margaux's body to face him again and again for a warm hug.

He felt the thing between his thighs come alive again just as Margaux's skin pressed against his body.

But this was not the time for him to cool down. To ease the simulation of releasing his body heat.

He must not profit from Margaux's current situation. And he will exert as much restraint as possible.

When his pain hurts as a result of restraint, it's up to him; he doesn't care about it any longer.

Declan felt Margaux's hand encircling his waist, preparing to give him a hug in return. Only to realize he was struggling to breathe.

Fuck! M-Margaux. Why are you treating me like this?

Declan was losing himself, and it was Margaux's moist breasts, pressed against his, that brought him back to the present.

"D-don't leave me pl-please, I-I'm scared," she said, terrified and trembling. Declan notices that Maragux's embrace with him has tightened even more.

Because of what Margaux said, he already had an idea in his head that he knew this was the only thing he could do to keep an eye on the maiden on an hourly basis.

He was also uncomfortable leaving it at home alone, so he considered taking the girl home himself.

Declan was tapping her back and letting her cry in his chest because he wanted to soothe her fear through him.

Its breath dwindled gradually. The arms that wrapped around him were also gradually knotted.

Declan lowers his gaze and notices Margaux closing his eyes in a relaxed manner. However, He's not at ease.

Because her body was already so hot, he decided to move her. He was just biting his lower lip to keep himself under control.

Deep. Until he got a taste of the blood in his mouth. And it was all because he clenched his teeth tightly to keep himself from taking advantage of Margaux... In her current state, no.

Declan reached for his cellphone on the dashboard and dialed Conrad's number to have the courtyard of his room repaired.

His room was a shambles and still smelled of alcohol, and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving the girl alone in such a complicated environment.

He even told Conrad to get rid of anything that was no longer needed in his room and, to the greatest extent possible, to get rid of anything he could no longer use.

"And what about Phoebe's picture frame on your side table, sir? Should I also throw it away—"

"Don't make the mistake of moving that, Conrad; I'm the only one who can fight you if you do."

"I was just wondering, sir—"

"Understood?" "Don't put your fingers on Phoebe's photo."

"O-okay," Conrad said, indicating that he had disconnected the phone call.

CARRYING the soundly sleeping Margaux in his arms, Declan took care not to wake her up.

Conrad only followed him to his room and opened the door.

The steward, like him, was deafeningly quiet.

He lowered his gaze to Margaux. Her face was pressed against his chest, clearly tired from crying.

Declan was in need while looking at the girl's condition, so she couldn't even move or move to change her position.

"Because Margaux was with you, sir, you directed me to clean in your room; it's just refreshing because back then—"

"Just get me some cold water in a basin, Conrad," Declan says, cutting to what the steward is saying.

"It is my pleasure, sir," he said as he walked away to carry out his orders.

He looked down at the girl, who was now lying freely on his soft bed. Her damp outer garment caused her to cry and sweat.

He felt the same way, but he had to prioritize the girl's health because she would become ill if he didn't go.

Declan turned around when he felt the gradual resurrection of the object between his two thighs when he looked down at the girl's thigh down to her feet.

"Holy fucker of sweet juices, please bear with me this time, bare with me! Ahh. Fuck! Fuck it! Why do you keep bulging my friend? That was Margaux only. Only her. Please loosen your bone now," he said angrily, his eyes focusing on its bulging length.

Maybe he was crazy to talk to his manhood, who was unable to respond now that he was bulging even more, as if he wanted to get out of his pants.

Declan pretended to be unconscious when he noticed Conrad carrying the basin in both hands and the towel over his right shoulder.

This is a fucking fuck!

"Here's what you're after, sir. Margaux's swab is already there in case you find the—"

"You may depart at this time, Conrad, and please accept my gratitude for your assistance."

Conrad only gave him a wry look before lowering his gaze to Margaux, prompting him to quickly lift the white blanket to cover Margaux's overly exposed thigh and leg before returning his gaze to the caretaker.

"Do you need anything else, Conrad?" Instead, he simply stared at him with his eyes wide open.

Conrad's response stunned him.

"That's how you were with Phoebe, who just made after your money, sir; let me just remind you, you are no longer in your old world where you are free to play with anyone; I even witnessed you failing, and maybe when that happens again—"

"Not happening, Conrad; I vowed before that the same thing would never happen again; I am now a well-built Declan Heisenberg who will never be beaten by a woman again."

Conrad gave a friendly smile.

"Then I will leave, and I am confident that I will leave you without causing you any pain." He turned around, but before he could take a step, Conrad faced him again, his left brow slightly raised.

"Regarding the identity of the woman you saw the last time you went to Muchàs Gràcias, my team now has her fingerprint and even her cornea and iris scanner; the identity of that woman will be revealed soon."

"At the moment, my team is conducting a thorough investigation using their servers and IP."

Will he be happy about it? Yes, because there was another woman who just turned him around, except for his great ex-girlfriend Phoebe, about whom he now has no information.

He had last seen the girl while still in England. Declan, on the other hand, admitted that Phoebe, his ex-girlfriend, still has a place in his heart, which he hasn't changed and hasn't been reduced by even 1%.

"I'm leaving, sir Declan. Please behave," Conrad said last, and he knew Conrad meant something else, so he just smiled.

"I'll be nice now that—"

"But your pennis aren't," Conrad shook, stunned by his bulging pants.

Shit! Conrad discovered him with a massive bonner between his legs.

"Conrad, you must have left!"

"All right!" Conrad waved goodbye before turning his back on him, just as the steward's weak footsteps were leaving his room.

Declan's eyes dropped again when the man vanished from his sight because he was still stiff.

How long will you be sleeping there, my friend? When you are going to get back into a tight spot?

He narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling. He was sick of shaking hands with people when he had nowhere to go.

To put it another way, he now needs to come out with another hot body, but... Margaux isn't...

"Fuck! I can't do that to her!" He looked down at his still stiff stretch. "Stop commanding like a mad warrior, my friend; have mercy on me and stop torturing me in this manner."

His stomach is bothering him once more.

But he has to keep his cool, doesn't he? He needs to keep his cool.

But, with the rest of his time to get dressed and relieve the sweat that had engulfed Margaux's body, Declan found himself sitting back in the cubicle, making himself happy with his hands, which were occasionally shouting the name of the unconscious maiden.

Margaux was terrified when she saw the three men drooling at her and stomping on their feet as they approached.

When they started touching her leg up to her delicacy, the girl was trembling with fear and screaming.

She was sobbing and pleading, but the three aren't listening and just keep doing what they're doing.

She was also disgusted with herself when two more men grabbed both of her arms.

But when she felt the hand enter her pantyhose, Margaux yelled angrily, knowing she couldn't fight back.

She opened her eyes abruptly, only to realize it was all a dream. But when she came face to face with the darkness, she felt fear all over again.

Margaux was terrified and trembling.

Margaux was certain to herself that she didn't turn off all the lights in her room even though she was alone at home while her father was away.

So the darkness that had now appeared in Margaux's eyes was a huge mystery because she would not turn off the light when she went to bed.

"L-lights, pl-please! L-lights," she shook, clutching the blanket as if she could smell Declan's perfume through it.

Then, all of a sudden, the lights turned on. Only to see Declan standing midway near the main switch, eyes closed, hair was messy, and clothes still tangled.

Margaux felt relieved when she saw that everything was in order.

Only then did she realize she wasn't in her room.

"W-what am I doing here?" Margaux inquired of the young man, whose arms were now crossed as Declan leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Declan's eyes immediately opened when he heard her voice, compromising to meet his red eyes that seemed to lack sleep and rest.

"Don't you remember everything? Muchàs Gràcias last night?" he asked, his voice husky.

What happened the previous night? In that case, what she had seen in her vision earlier was a literal nightmare, not a dream.

Declan also rescued her inside that dark room, she recalled. Even before those men succeeded in moving her to death, Margaux was grateful for his appearance.

Declan then moved forward, reaching for a left wall and leaning against it, his eyes now close together once more.

The young man's body slid down gradually as well.

Margaux noticed that the man appeared tired, his arms drooping as if he had not gotten enough sleep or rest.

"D-Declan?"

"Hmm," Margaux said softly, biting her lower lip.

Only his left eye was open, and it was only half-open when he looked at her. The only thing that moved was its head to look at her. Margaux flashed back to the steamy scene between the two of them and Declan inside the company's office

"What are you doing leaning up against the wall?"

"I'm exhausted, Margaux, and I can't sleep."

"B-why?" she asked, frowning, and despite her tiredness, Margaux was able to get close to Declan by stepping on her toes.

Will she be able to continue her revenge now that she sees his soft side?

Yes, eventually, but for the time being, she must keep a low profile because she is exhausted. Margaux, on the other hand, has yet to determine her next course of action.

It was only then that she realized what she was wearing this time: Declan's knee-length shirt.

Declan is the only one in the house, so... She knows only the young man is capable of dressing her up like this.

"You've already gone to bed to sleep—"

"No, Margaux. Stay away from me. That's the part where you could help me out." He frowned.

"What do you mean—"

"Oh shit! I'm sorry for this," Margaux could no longer lie down when the young man suddenly turned to her and brought himself close to his body, claiming her lips like a hungry animal ready to eat his prey.

"D-Declan, s-stop!" she screamed, but his hands became restless, and Margaux only realized it had gotten into his clothes.

Declan tightened his hold on her waist, and she sat on his lap. Only remember that she was now wearing her panty because Margaux had just felt a sharp object piercing her delicacy's mouth.

It was Declan's pennis, and she admitted to feeling a strange sensation in her body, especially when she felt Declan's kiss engulfing both of her breasts.

".... ohhhhh!" she exclaimed. She can't stop herself from doing what Declan is doing in her breast.

Margaux was still exhausted from the intense pleasure it gave her body, but Declan's hand was quick to reach out and support her back.

"D-Declan!" Oh no! This is how it feels every time a man kisses that part.

Delicious! Very tasty!

"Fuck! Margaux! Fuck you!"

"Ohhh!" Her eyes were already raised in the air because one of his hands was already caressing and twirling her cunt.

"D-Declan... ahh!"

"S-shit M-Margaux! You're fucking hot!" Margaux was just feeling so delicious that she didn't realize she was already loaded as a young man on her way to bed.

Her legs were also wrapped around Declan's waist to keep her from falling while she held him.

Declan manages to put her in bed without breaking the kiss.

He jumped on top of her and kissed Margaux.

It was only then that she noticed her own body, which was no longer dressed in only the young man's top t-shirt. Then Declan gave her a seductive laugh!

"Shiit Margaux, you really turned me on," he said, looking at her from head to toe.

She was only wearing a bra and pantyhose, but the young man couldn't take his gaze away from her.

"Fucking sexy, babe," he said again, kissing her on the forehead, nose, ear, both cheeks, and finally on her lips.

She was exhausted once more. Declan was now kissing her neck and lightly massaging her left breast.

"D-Declan..."

But then she noticed her bra flying through the air, and she realized it was capable of removing what she was wearing on both of her breasts.

Margaux was under Declan's spell and completely drenched, so she didn't care any longer.

She went unconscious as soon as the young man kissed her.

Margaux sighed as she felt Declan's hands again lowering the garter of her panties.

She bit her lip as she watched Declan's face light up, as if he was happy with what they were doing right now.

Until she didn't have a single covering left on her body, and Declan looked so proud that he did it without any resistance from her.

The man then stood up, first removing his shirt, and Margaux noticed Declan Heisenberg's perfectly sculpted body.

She couldn't take her gaze away from the young man because the scene he was portraying in front of her was stunning.

Then he removed his pants, leaving no covering on his body, just like she did.

Margaux was devastated, especially when he saw how the young man's commando saluted her as if she were a ready soldier on the battlefield.

"T-D-Declan, that's—"

"Big, yeah?" he asked, smiling as he crawled back onto the bed and found her lips once more.

"Don't worry, it'll fit," he said softly as he kissed her on the lips, and Margaux felt the thrust of its length on the side of her abdomen once more.

It gets to his feet and feels ready to dive into the delicacy that awaits him.

"Ready?"

Margaux snatched the bedsheet, biting her lower lip, before closing her eyes and nodding.

Declan had already pointed its length at the opening of her vagina when she opened her eyes again.

Declan then gave her a look. Everyone was happy.

Declan had already inserted his pennis into the mouth of her tunnel before she could feel a strange sensation engulf her system slowly and slowly.

Margaux's pain was overwhelming.

"You are a—, M-Margaux!"

"D-Declan, please fill me now!" she yelled, forcing herself to accept the size of the young man who had already entered her core, even if it was painful.

She was closing her eyes because she was in excruciating pain. Maragux discovered that she had cried because she couldn't bear the pain any longer.

"D-Declan — ahhh!" She felt more pain when the young man plunged inside her for a long time and that was over.

Declan didn't make a move. And when she looked at the young man, he frowned just looking at her, and the young man bowed slightly to wipe away the few grains of tears that flowed down her cheek.

Declan moved quickly when she no longer felt the pain, as if the young man also realized it wasn't painful for her.

What was once painful in Margaux's stomach has now been replaced by indescribable delight!

"... ahhh! D-Declan! All right."

"M-Margaux," the young man leaned on either side of her for support while it continued to stab her from the inside.

They felt sorry for each other because they were so delicious, and they just caught themselves shouting their names while both bodies were already wet with sweat.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! M-Margaux.... ahhhh." Declan chanted her name, and Margaux was like a guitar, apparently breaking down her strings as soon as she heard the man's voice using her name as a song's lyrics.

She was going insane with pleasure, and her hips couldn't stay fixed on the bed because her body swayed as if she couldn't be bothered while the young man continued to go in and out of her.

Then, all of a sudden, Declan reached for her right leg, only to insert his shoulder and thrust hard, deep, and deeper yet again.

In that position, Margaux felt the young man's stretch inside her even more. She even slightly narrowed her eyes because this is how sex really tastes, especially when the man plowing you is an XL size.

"Aah! Ahh! M-Margaux... ohhh! Ohh! H-heaven, heaven!"

Declan's voice heightened Margaux's feelings of lust.

Rough and hard. When it comes to this one, that's all she can say about Declan devouring her womanhood beyond her innocence.

This is still true. It was only now that she had the opportunity to partake in the kind of delectableness that she had only recently discovered.

But she seemed to be ready all of a sudden.

"D-Declan s-stop, I'm urinating—ahhh!!"

"Don't control your juices, M-Margaux, just let it e-explode, you're about to cum... Ohhh!" Declan's statement and its speed doubled.

When Declan pulled her inside and out, hard and rough in her womanhood, she felt strangely delicious once more... At the time, it was extremely painful.

But Margaux is unconcerned. The only response she took was the pleasure she felt when Declan's XL size pennis entered hers.

She nearly broke the bedsheet by gripping it too tightly for support.

Declan, on the other hand, continues to thrust deep and hard until she can no longer control herself and finally releases her sweet juices, only then Declan pulls out his length and spurts his sperm beneath in Margaux's stomach as long as she hears Declan's outrageous scream with her name.

"M-Margaux.... aaaaaah! Fucking Fuck of a fuck!" Then Declan's body slammed into her.

On her proud breast, and now the man is licking it like a candy.

"D-Declan... ugh! Please stop that right now... I s-still feel the pain."

Suddenly, the young man raised his eyes to her. The smiles that have already begun to appear in its eyes are also noticeable.

It wasn't offensive for Margaux to notice why his eyes were twinkling at her.

Rather, it is a sense of accomplishment.

"J-just give me a break? I won't be in t-this time, L-let me savor your body first!"

"B-but D-Declan, what are you up to down there?"

When Margaux opened her eyes again, Declan was already at her feet, holding both of her knees before teasing her so sweetly.

"Open your legs wide for me, Margaux. Only for me!" Declan ripped both of her legs, exposing her cunt to the young man's eyes once more.

Declan bit his lower lip the moment his eyes widened at her womanhood.

"D-Declan n-no—" but even before she could close her legs again, the young man quickly caught them so he wouldn't lose sight of her cunt, which is now still painful to move.

"D-don't you dare, Margaux, I'm enjoying the view." And the next thing she knew, Declan bowed down, and she just felt his lips kissing the lips of her cunt as if it was still delicious with the repeated smell of it before being licked again.

Margaux, on the other hand, engulfed another sensation of being pleasured through Declan's lips in her womanhood.

It was so tasty that even holding the young man's head to guide the corner of his lip to deepen what he was doing was willingly obeyed.

Margaux has another enticing feeling when Declan's naked body is placed on her feet and his lips are on her manhood, making her feel something she can't quite put her finger on.

Then she remembered that the sole reason she applied as a great secretary for Declan's company was to digest her vengeance against the man she despised.

But what's going on now? She even had sex with the man who admitted that she was really delicious to be praised!

Maybe Margaux is insane, so she'll let Declan make her happy now because the next day and every day after that, she'll never let herself undress in front of the man she despises.