Chapter 75, Titus Zane, you asked for it yourself

Chapter 75: 75, Titus Zane, you asked for it yourself"Wuu wuu... Nathan Moore... you bastard, don’t allow..." Titus Zane struggled ceaselessly, his face dodging left and right, and his little fists kept pounding on Nathan Moore’s body.

Nathan Moore actually stopped.

He propped up his body slightly, his gaze fixed on Titus Zane’s face flushed red with anger, the corners of his lips hooked up with a trace of cold mockery.

"Don’t allow? Is it not allowing me to kiss you?"

Nathan Moore drew out his voice, "Yes!" Titus Zane blurted out without thinking.

Nathan Moore’s obsidian eyes tightened slightly, the emotions within masked by the action.

Suddenly, his lips curled up at a slant, he let out a cold sneer, raised his hand, and patted Titus Zane’s cheek.

"Hah, you were pretty capable at the club, weren’t you? What, now you’re back home pretending to be a chaste and fierce lady?"

With that utterly merciless ridicule, Titus Zane realized that this was a settling of scores after the autumn.

It’s just that in her anger, she did not notice that Nathan Moore had just said "back home."

With the same cold sneer, Titus Zane unabashedly retorted.

"Nathan Moore, weren’t you very generous at the club just now?" She was bullied by that man and he pretended not to see.

"What is this now? Settling accounts with me? I’m not your wife, nor am I anyone to you, what right do you have to interfere with my private life!"

"By what right?" Nathan Moore sneered coldly, his black eyes suddenly turning icy as if covered in frost, "Simply because I am Nathan Moore, simply because you are lying beneath me right now!"

Having said that, his handsome face pressed down again, disregarding Titus Zane’s resistance, and once again rudely and domineeringly nibbled at Titus Zane’s lips.

"Bastard!" Titus Zane’s all attempts to resist were swallowed into the belly of the raging man, and she could only once again swing her fists.

Punch after punch landed without any courtesy.

"Titus Zane, you asked for this!" Nathan Moore gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, stood up, and directly knelt on Titus Zane’s body, pinning her underneath him.

He seized Titus Zane’s hands, twisted them behind her back, and used one hand to pull off his tie, wrapping it several times around Titus Zane’s wrists before knotting it tightly.

"Bastard, let me go..." Titus Zane struggled with all her might, but alas, the difference in strength between men and women was great, and with her hands twisted behind her back, when Nathan Moore once again pressed forward, Titus Zane cried out in pain.

A pair of hands were pressed behind her back, having to bear the weight of two people, as if about to break.

At first, Titus Zane would scream, rant, and curse, but gradually, she turned numb, looking at the ceiling, her pale face devoid of any emotion, as if she was a lifeless doll, if not for the occasional muffled groan.

After the punishment, Nathan Moore grabbed his shirt and trousers and quickly put them on, standing above the bed looking down at the woman who seemed lifeless, threading his buttons calmly, without expression.

He turned and strode away, not even closing the door behind him.

Listening to the fading footsteps of Nathan Moore, Titus Zane slowly turned her face, looking at the open door for a long time, before attempting to untie the knot in the tie binding her wrists.

The tie was tightly knotted and behind her back, and after several attempts, she failed to untie it.

Titus Zane had no choice but to wriggle her body to the edge of the bed, and with a roll, she planted her feet on the floor, her floral H-pattern shirt already in disarray, hanging loosely on her body.

As if proclaiming the inhuman abuse she had just suffered.