Chapter 17

Quentin bent down and pet the wolves around his feet before looking up at Quincy. She was bruised and battered as she shriveled in the corner. "You're trying to escape?" he said with a smirk on his face.

Quincy looked at him dazedly in a state of disorientation. Her pajamas had been ripped to pieces by the wolves and hung in shreds on her body while she was in disarray.

Quentin's eyes dimmed as he took off his suit jacket and threw it at her feet. Only then did Quincy realize that she had lost her composure. She raised her eyes and noticed that the hungry wolves were sitting obediently on the ground. She was nervous and quickly endured the dull aching sensation in her arms as she wrapped the jacket around herself.

Quentin snapped his fingers and the man in sunglasses whistled. The pack of wolves immediately followed the man into the woods as if they were merely well-behaved and obedient puppies.

"If you try to escape again, you'll be eaten by them," Quentin said. "It's up to you to choose whether you want to die or become my play toy."

Quentin said the threat in a very gentle manner, and at the same time, he pressed his entire body against hers.

Quincy felt her heart ache, and her eyes welled up with tears. Why was she trapped in this situation? Why did she meet such a man?

She still remembered the feeling of the cold gun pressed against her head when she had first met him. Looking back at it now, she would have rather been shot dead than to undergo such brutal treatment again.

Quincy tried to push Quentin away and get up from the ground, but the man on top of her didn't budge at all. There was a sly smirk on his face, and the sinister look that slowly appeared in his eyes made Quincy's scalp tingle with trepidation.

When she moved her body, her stomach accidentally swept against the man's p*nis. She was shaken and her struggle to break free became more intense.

"Mr. Laberge, can you please get off of me?" she said. Her voice was a little shaky as she tried to force herself to calm down. The man raised an eyebrow and reached into the blazer wrapped around her body.

Quincy's soft and smooth skin aroused his s*xual urges, and his large hands moved up and down her waist...

Quentin's hands were warm as they touched her soft breasts. Quincy struggled to break free. Her body stiffened in disbelief that the man was actually doing this to her outside.

"Get off of me," she said. "We're outside! Ah..." Before she could finish her words, Quentin's hands increased its force vigorously. This action elicited a shout.

Quentin said, "It's only been a few times, but you're already so squeamish?" The man's words made Quincy's face blush a little. She didn't expect herself to suddenly scream out. She turned her head away from the man's gaze as she forced herself to endure the tingling sensation that the man's hand gave her. "Please, don't do it here," she whispered softly. "Please..."

The man just smirked as he took off the clothes wrapped around her body. The torn pieces of clothes and the soft fair skin that was covered in the wounds left by the wolf attack were instantly exposed!

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