“Hey, what the hell are you doing?”

“Are you insane! Stop!”

“Stop, or I’ll jump off!”

Shouting at the co-driver seat, Layla acted like an iron girl. 

Trevor frowned, glancing at the little girl next to him and saying, “Wanna jump off my car? I am afraid you aren’t able to do that, for I have locked all the doors. By the way, little girl, can’t you act like a lady when talking to me?”

“S-t-o-p!” continuing to shout at him, Layla tried to pull the door but in vain.

“You won’t be able to find your way even if I let you off my car now. But 

it’s impossible for me to save you once again if you meet with any bad guy.” said Trevor in a cynical voice. 

“Ahhhh, you!” At the thought of what had happened to her last night, Layla shook her fist at him. 

“Ouch!” Braking sharply, Trevor stopped the car on the roadside. Due to inertia, however, Layla bent forward without fastening her seat belt, hitting her head.

Realizing the car is stopped, regardless of where it hurt on the head, Layla then scolded, “Open the door! I don't want to stay with you bastard in the car.”

“Bastard! Let me get off!” She tried to find the button to unlock the door but failed. What she usually took was the bus, thus not having a knowledge of how to open the door of a private car, let alone one of a limited-edition roadster. 

Trevor almost flew into a rage by Layla's words. Then he unfastened his seat belt, stepped into the co-driver seat, and held down the crazy little woman with the flame of anger in his eyes. “I was so kind to help you, but you call me ‘bastard’ again and again. Fine, I will then show you how ‘devil’ I am!”

“What the hell are you doing? Let me go!” Layla tried to give him a push to the man leaning down on her body, but totally in vain. 

“Help! Help…” Finding a car passing by, Layla shouted loudly only to find it speeding past without any intention to stop. 

“Come on, don’t waste your efforts. The car is well soundproofed,” said Trevor while looking down at his little prey under his body with a determined expression on his face. 

While dragging Layla, in the dim light, Trevor saw marks left by him last night on her neck. 

He suddenly felt proud.

When Trevor set the seat down, Layla realized that she was in danger again. 

Her blood coagulated. And she struggled and made the best to avoid Trevor's overbearing kisses. 

“Come on, don’t be so shy. Last night, you were mine. Tonight, you will be mine, too, and you can never escape!” Trevor pinched her little mouth and quickly kissed her while touching her fragrant tongue. 

The hot kiss nearly let her out of breath—she felt suffocated. 

“Emm!” Trevor snorted slightly and cleaned up the blood on his lips. 

“Bit me? Are you a dog?” Trevor flew into a rage then. 

“Let me go! Go to hell!” Layla made another attempt to push him away from her by force. 

Regardless of all these, Trevor gagged her with a hot and overbearing kiss to stop her continuous resistance.