Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 107 You Are Not Worthy

Before Yvette could react, Lance sneered, “Forget it. You don’t have to choose. I don’t like what’s

secondhand anyway.”

For a moment, she did not understand what he meant.

Lance stood in front of her. His long legs, wrapped firmly in trousers, separated on both sides of her body. He bent down slightly and pinched her chin, forcing her to open her mouth.

Yvette understood immediately and her little face turned pale.

Unable to break free, Yvette could only close her eyes tightly, her voice trembling, “You are crazy. Let me go!”

Lance forced her face to a suitable angle, pinched her delicate chin, and pulled her towards him. “It’s not up to you.”

Yvette suddenly opened her eyes. Her face was red and she glared at him angrily, “Don’t you touch me? I would bite your balls off!”

dare

Lance was standing close. His handsome face gave off a strong sense of oppression. He pulled his lips and let out an evil smile.

“Do whatever you want if you don’t care about the child.”

Yvette felt hopeless.

She would never take risks with the child. She choked, “Would you do this to Yazmin?”

Only cruelty and ruthlessness could be seen on Lance’s face.

“You are only a sex slave to me. You better keep it in mind.”

A furious man could say the most hurtful words without any reason.

Lance pushed himself forward, his voice a little hoarse, “Don’t compare yourself to anyone. You are

not worthy.”

Yvette screamed, her entire face flushed red.

She could not utter a word.

Seeing her painful appearance, Lance sneered, “Have you never served others like this? That’s good. I have been deceived by you for so long, and I deserve your first time.”

Yvette felt her brain buzz. She could not think or resist at all.

The only thing left for her was to respond mechanically.

At the same time, Lance was lost in the pleasure. He felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing.

up.

His fingers tightly gripped the tender flesh on her cheeks. He could not care less about the pain he brought to her and was only immersed in the thrill.

Yvette’s entire face was filled with tears.

past were shattered by a

was just a sex slave to

her and she could not even tell where it came from. She

Her mouth was blocked, and she could

focus. It seemed that her whole

man in front of her, dressed in the cleanest white shirt, doing the

noticed that something was wrong. He pulled his thing out of her mouth, pinched her face, and

much pain that she had no strength left. She felt like she was about

over to dry her, quickly put

carried her downstairs.

carried her to a car and instructed the

body was bent and her forehead was

her back and pressed her face against his chest. He lowered his head and asked,

had no strength to speak and her eyes were tightly shut. She seemed extremely

ordered the driver,

at the underground garage. Lance carried her directly to the gynecology clinic. There were already doctors

Lance was waiting, Marvin came

Lance’s uneasy face, Marvin asked, “Did

nodded and then shook his head, “Give

food. Have

and did

took out a small

will not give

stuffed a few pills into his mouth and took the mineral water from

speechless. He noticed that Lance kept staring at

is no way she can bear your rage. When you

is too late.”

Lance was a manic depressive. Even though he was strongly self-controlled, there

most likely to lose control when coming across

cared about the most.

was right. He pursed his lips, “I

posted online saying that you were celebrating Yazmin’s birthday. What’s about you

lifted his eyes and replied indifferently,

you afraid that Yvette might be

Sad?

cold. That

would only hurt him in the

results of the examination came out

glucose, minor vaginal bleeding, and signs of miscarriage. She

Marvin was shocked.

is pregnant! How can

look happy. He turned

was being put on a drip. The pain was alleviated. She was much calmer

with her eyes closed.

the bed beside her

The night was peaceful.

and saw Lance

on the bed with his clothes on. The