C92 The wicked always get what they want

The aura that the tattooed man exuded combined with his ferocious expression made me feel a tinge of fear from the bottom of my heart.

I stood there, my mind blank, not knowing how to fight back.

The next second, the tattooed man extended his hand and grabbed my hair. At this moment, he doesn't have any feelings for the fairer sex.

The tattooed man dragged me onto the bed