You Hit My Heart
Chapter 86

Just then, a short distance directly in front.

In the darkness of the night, a black shadow came straight towards her,like salvation from hell.

It was Luther who rushed toward Joyce.

The very moment Thomas grabbed Joyce by the shoulders and rippedher shirt off.

With an over-the-shoulder slam, Luther threw Thomas hard to theground.

Luther was a third-degree black belt in taekwondo, and with a few agilemovements, he dealt with Thomas quite easily. The last time he waschased, the other three were professional killers and had guns, and hewas drugged and injured before he was forced to jump into the HanRiver.

Thomas knew that his identity could not be exposed, and hurriedlyscampered into the abandoned residential building. The oldneighborhood had a complex structure, and he instantly disappearedwithout a trace.

Luther put an arm around Joyce, who had fallen to the ground, andheld her tightly in his arms. When he saw that her clothes were tornand tattered, and her beauty could hardly be hidden with the rugsremaining, he hurriedly took off his suit to wrap her up.

His heart thumped so hard that she couldn't calm it down.

It was so close and she was almost defiled. It was too close.

Earlier, he dialed her number, and when he got through, there was noanswer.

However, what happened next, when she was attacked, and the soundwas clearly transmitted to him through the phone.

He was anxious in the car and had never been so flustered.

Aaron was even racing around the city at over 200 mph, ignoring everyred light all the way.

On the way, he checked the map and thought that Joyce must be in thelong-abandoned alley.

Once parked, Luther rushed into the alley.

Aaron parked his car and also darted to follow, anxious, “Luther, I'll goafter it."

He admires Joyce from the bottom of his heart and was furious to seehow Joyce was bullied.

"Wait, no need to chase. Take us home first." Luther had Joyce in hisarms, and he was not chasing the man just because he found thiswoman...

Not right.

Joyce's consciousness was blurred and disoriented, her faceabnormally scarlet, and her whole body frighteningly hot.

Luther knew what was going on with Joyce.

Could it be that she was drugged?

He had experienced all the same, and he knew how hard it must be forher right now.

“Luther, why didn't we chase that man? Damn, there's no surveillancearound here, let this bastard go for nothing.” Aaron was depressed tothe core and indignant.

"Something's not right with her. She's been drugged.” Luther scoopedJoyce up in his arms and ran in strides toward the car, carrying her intothe back seat of the Bentley.

Aaron immediately turned serious. Although he was not willing to let theman go, he also knew that right now Joyce was more important. Hehurriedly git into the driver's seat, started it up, stepped on the gas, andsped away.

In the back seat of the Bentley.

Joyce's gaze is getting lax, and the inexplicable desire was gettingstronger and stronger as if countless ants were gnawing at her bodyincessantly. The embrace holding her felt so cool and comfortable, likean antidote, and she couldn't help but cling to it with a contented sigh.Luther frowned, looking at her wriggling in his arms while her eyes werefilled with watery mist.

He knew how she must be feeling right now. He was drugged like thisbefore and finally lost his mind before he had sex with Charlotte.

Joyce didn’t know what she really wanted. Her flushed cheeks andbewildered eyes make her look even more sexy and gorgeous.

It felt just comfortable next to him. She suddenly reached out her armsaround Luther's neck, and her soft red lips were rest on his.

Like a thirst for an antidote.

Luther's body was stunned and his back straightened.

Her refreshing fragrance puffed into his nostrils with the mellow scent oflight champagne, soft lilacs unleashed between his lips. It was eager,burning, and uncontrollable.

Luther tightened his brow, feeling only the edge of his repressed sanitydisintegrating.

Somewhere a fire burned up and cold sweat gurgled down from hisforehead.

Joyce was completely out of control, and her hands were extremelyrestless, lighting fires everywhere around his body.

Luther's shirt was almost all open. He could not stand it any longer. Hegrabbed her fidgeting hands and looked at her with burning eyes, “Doyou know what you are doing?"

“It's hot, I'm so hot."

Joyce continued to start a fire regardless, and if she were to sober upand know what she was doing now, she would be ashamed of herself.She was driving Luther crazy, and he could only hold her hands, hisvoice hoarse, coaxing, "Good girl, not here, bear it, we will soon behome."

He must be so insane to have her in the car.

What's more, Aaron was driving.

The battle was the back was so hot and intense that Aaron didn't evendare to raise his eyes to look in the rearview mirror. His face and evenhis ears now were scarlet.

Aaron drove all the way back to the Warner family's old house, coveredin sweat.

Luther picked up Joyce, ran into the house with great strides, wentupstairs, and put her to bed.

Once she got to the soft bed, Joyce gasped in comfort, and her handsfirmly hooked around his neck, refusing to let go.

Once again, she pulled him down, he fell on the bed, and she begankissing him again on the lips.

Her kissing was poor and rough, yet that damn soft lips were as if hecould feel the sweetness rippling through his heart.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to think anymore.

It was clearly her who was drugged.

Instead, it was like he was drugged as well. His panting was gettingheavier and heavier, and he looked compassionately at Joyce.

Joyce could no longer see his face clearly, and her reason wasswallowed up a little by the darkness.

“It's going to hurt a little, bear with it." Luther coaxed softly as hereached down to unbuckle his belt and kissed her back.

The atmosphere in the room was becoming more and moreambiguous, with a strong scent overflowing all around.

Their clothes were all around on the floor.

Just right before he was going to enter, Luther found the remainingtrace of sanity. He suddenly left her, with one hand to capture herdelicate chin. He looked at her red lips, and his voice was hoarse."Who am I? Open your eyes and tell me! Answer me." He had to makesure that she had even just a trace of consciousness left when she wasdoing it with him.

He was reluctant to have her when she was completely unconscious.