Chapter 47: You're Not Casiano, Are You?

The man stripped off her clothing, then picked her up and pressed her against the wall, claiming her lips with his own. His movements were assertive, and Alla allowed herself to be manipulated like a lifeless puppet.

After a while, the man seemed to grow bored of their one-sided interaction and pinched her waist. "Ouch..." Alla yelped in pain, her lips parting slightly. The man immediately took advantage of the opening, his kiss as passionate as before, though his touch was gentler now. It was as if he knew her body intimately.

The thought startled her. How could it be? But she couldn't shake off a sense of familiarity. Was she going mad? The man bit her earlobe, causing a blush to creep up her cheeks. Had he noticed her thoughts and was now mocking her? She pinched her palm, trying to bring her mind back to reality.