The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 863 He’s Not a Man

Nicole's hands were on Eric's shoulders, but that little strength she used to refuse him was just a tickle to him.

She wanted to scold him, but he took the opportunity to approach. The rich smell of red wine on his lips was enough to make others drunk.

Nicole angrily pushed, hit, and punched him.

However, to him, these struggles were not even worth mentioning.

Instead, it made his kiss even more domineering.

Eric wanted too much to keep her for himself.

He originally had plenty of patience to deal with her and wait for her to come to her senses. He would wait little by little for her to come back into his world.

However, he saw Clayton with her in the afternoon.

He admitted that he could not help it.

What right did his woman have to smile at other men? 1

The strong possessiveness in his bones took over. He could not wait any longer.

For the first time, he suddenly felt that Old Master Ferguson's method might not be useless.

As long as he could keep her, what was wrong with doing something a little immoral?

Thus, Eric told Gerard to ask Nicole to dinner. He thought that this would be his last chance.

If she did not come, then he would have to use other methods.

Fortunately... Fortunately, she came.

He was very lucky that he could be a little cleaner.

Nicole was almost out of breath. She bit down hard on his tongue and only let go when she smelled the scent of blood.

There. Did he learn what she was capable of now? 1

Eric only paused for a second and slipped in again, not hesitating to take advantage of the situation.

He did not give her the chance to breathe at all.

Eric was not satisfied and lifted her with one hand, sitting her over the sink.

They just so happened to be eye-level now.

His deep breaths surrounded her. Seeing that he was about to come back for more, Nicole could not stand it any longer and reached out to yank his hair.

A trace of pain flashed in Eric's eyes, and he finally raised his head slightly, following her strength.

Nicole gnashed her teeth. "Eric Ferguson, wake up!"

Eric frowned and stared at her with dark eyes, his voice husky.

"I'm very awake!"

'Awake, my *ss!' Nicole felt blood flowing down there a s her abdomen cramped up.

Her face gradually became pale, and her breaths became short.

The first day of her period was always painful to the point where she had to take medication.

Eric reached out to stroke her swollen lips, his eyes deepening slightly.

His voice was slightly hoarse.

"You enjoyed it too, right, Nicole? I can give you whatever you want. Let's start over, okay?"

His words were extremely humble.

Nicole was not in the mood to listen to him at all. Her head spun. Between the wine she had earlier and the pain, she almost fell unconscious. She bit her lower lip and felt a little cold.

"Eric..."

She broke out into cold sweat.

Eric finally realized that something was wrong with her pale face.

Worry crossed his eyes as he held her face.

"What's wrong?"

Nicole gritted her teeth. Her pretty eyes were red and misty, which made her look miserable and pitiful.

She really could not say it, but she fixed her eyes on his suit jacket.

If she wore that out, other people would not be able to see it.

Eric seemed to realize something. He immediately carried her down from the cold marble surface.

His hand suddenly moved down to touch her bottom.

There really did seem to be some wetness...

He stiffened up.

Nicole was blinded by fury. This absolute hoodlum!

A normal man would have already run out to buy sanitary napkins for her!

He was just a bastard who refused to follow the usual routine!

"Eric Ferguson, you're really... You hoodlum! Screw you!"

She had saved up the last of her strength, but she still had to scold him.

Otherwise, she would have to teach him how to act like a man when she came to her senses later.