His Domineering Lover
Chapter 537

It was a luxury hotel on the other side of the city.

There were groans of pleasure from the bed, where a man and a woman intertwined together.

A few hours later, the man left for the bathroom, while the woman left on the bed was tainted with bloodstains, in an awkward status.

Scattered around the bed were tools, which made the woman suffer and become a broken rag doll.

When the man came out from the bathroom, the woman was putting on her clothes painstakingly, "It seems that I did not work hard enough since you have the strength to put on your clothes."

That devel-like voice reminded the woman of what she had suffered.

Only God knew how she survived, and a promise from the man was the driving force for her persistence.

"I will help, only if you don't blackout," he whispered in her ear like a demon.

The woman heard of his eccentricity and prepared herself mentally before seeking his help.

"I won't."

"Well, I have some new tools, and you can try."

The torture lasted for hours. And the man made her hover between life and death by what was supposed to be a pleasure.

The man had a strong sadi*m. He enjoyed abusing his sex partner. And the woman, a stranger to Masochi*m, managed to survive in this violence.

There were numerous times when she would like to end her life; however, she couldn't as she had to avenge, so she had to live!

"Bradley, I didn't pass out. My mother..." The woman dragged her feet toward the man. Given the man's eccentricity, she knelt by the man's feet directly.

"As I promised, I will get your mother out. You are the toughest woman I've ever known. As a reward, I allow your staying to serve me." The man lifted her chin frivolously.

It was a terrifying and gratifying offer for most women. Staying with this man meant wealth and rank, but no one knew how many perverted moves this man would demand on the bed.

And whatever his demands must be satisfied; otherwise, one would regret having been born if Bradley got pissed off.

There in the woman's eyes was light, which suggested she wanted to live on. She had been to hell and back for once, and numerous unknown perverted abuses awaited her if she agreed to stay.

But without assistance, how could she avenge after getting her mother out? Maybe Bradley was the best help she could get for revenge.

"What, you refuse?" Looking down at the woman who bit her lips tightly, Bradley understood how she felt. He loosened his grip, "I never force a woman to stay. You can leave now. About your mother, I am as good as my words."

Although perverted in some aspect, Bradley would keep his word.

"No, I would love to serve you." The woman held Bradley's thigh tightly, "Master."

Her words pleased Bradley greatly. Bradley pinched her chin again, "Well, you are under my wing. What's your name?"

"My name is Renee Xia." Renee forced a smile on the face, though her body ached all over.

It sounds familiar. Never mind. You are one of my harems, whoever you are. Jake will take you to a body check later."

"Thank you, Master."

Bradley sat down on a sofa, "Bring me a cigarette."

"Yes, master." With all her energy, Lucy walked toward the table to take a cigar for the man.

Folding his legs casually, the man wore a bathrobe only, which exposed a long scar on his chest. He looked aggressive, like a fierce tiger.

Renee handed him a cigarette with both hands while still kneeling. Bradley turned on the TV, then ordered, "Lit it for me."

"Yes." Renee was clear that this man liked submissive women. What she should do was to obey whatever his orders were.

Blowing a cloud, Bradley dragged Renee into his arms. To be honest, Renee, once a dear princess in the Xia family, got used to standing high above the masses.

It was beyond her wildest imagination that one day she served a man as a dog licked. Renee didn't try to coquette as other humble women did.

She stayed motionless in the man's arms and breathed slowly in fear that the man would feel disgusted about her breathing. This man scared her by what happened on the bed. "Are you scared of me?" Brandly felt that the woman in his arms was like a frightened deer.

"No... I am not..." Her cheeks were pinched by Bradley before Renee finished her words. The man pinched hard, for he knew nothing about compassion for women.

Renee didn't dare to groan, though it hurt. She was scared to death, feeling like an ant, which Bradley could smash with one toe.

"Remember that I hate liars. I forgive you as it is your first lie. But no second chance or you should bear all the consequences."

"Yes... Got you." Renee snuggled up in his arms obediently. Maybe that was what people said about being in the king's company was tantamount to living with a tiger. Bradley kept changing the TV channels one by one and finally chose one.

Renee froze at the sight of the woman on the screen. It was Tracey.

Two days ago, Tracey had an interview with some famous media to promote her new perfume. It was warm because the interview happened indoors.

Tracey wore a black dress, well-tailored and elegant, with her hair tied up neatly. She looked spirited.

She spoke properly. She was confident and professional, though a little alienated.

"President Xia, what do you think is the advantage of your new perfume?" The host asked politely.

"Why, do you know her?" Bradley asked.

Bradley's warns crossed her mind before Renee denied. She had no guts to lie again and nodded, "Yes." "And you hate her."

"Very much, as she sent my mother into prison. She is my arch enemy!"