Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 457:

The one-eyed man by the door couldn’t help but stare at the four women, admiring them. He had a strange fascination with watching beautiful women undress and be vulnerable. Seeing these once-confident women reduced to nothing more than pleasure moans and surrendering would thrill him.

“I’ll take two; you grab the other pair,” he said, making his choice.

He pointed out, “I’ll have the prettiest and the cutest; the rest are yours.”

The crew-cut man felt a bit annoyed. It was his idea to come here, so he figured he should get first dibs. But knowing the one-eyed man had a short temper, he just went along with it.

Susanna screamed as the men burst in through the door, seeking shelter in Joanna’s arms.

“Where are the bodyguards at the door?” she yelled, panic in her voice.

She had made sure they were hidden well. They couldn’t just bail on her now, right? Had something happened to them? The thought made her go pale. She had a bunch of guards around, but were they all injured or dead?

In the room, the four women were confronted by two armed men. Should they escape tonight? Susanna doubted it. In the quiet of the private chamber, her sobs rang out, filling the space with her distress. She hadn’t ventured far from home for fun before; she didn’t want to die young.

the two men advanced, her gaze icy and calculating. They moved with confident strides, their posture unwavering, and the palpable menace

her murderous intent, her gaze sharp with a desire

you on

Norah shared the same resolve: to tackle the threat head-on. Their eyes met, and they

had silently agreed on their next move. The men’s smirks widened at the sound of crying as they reveled in their twisted pleasure from

man paused, then turned to

thirty minutes. After that, we’re outta here,” he

shots in the gang. Was this their last hurrah tonight? Was there any hope of getting

“Alright.”

their eyes, the four women were just fragile, dainty beauties who couldn’t

flexed his fingers and headed towards

sweetheart, time to

his gaze

death. If you choose life, start undressing,”

as did Joanna, holding Susanna