Making Use of Sexy Body Of Palace Mistress Jiu Lan

Wang Li's smile vanished. His gaze narrowed, a predator appraising his prey. "Love?" he echoed, his voice devoid of warmth. "Love doesn't constraint me to one woman or two women. I love many women and share close relationships with each one of them."

Jiu Lan felt a shard of ice pierce her heart. The man was truly a depraved manipulator. Panic clawed at her throat, suffocating her.

"Do you want me to stop?" He leaned closer, his voice a seductive whisper.

Her mind screamed a desperate yes, but her traitorous body remained silent. Any action, any defiance, might spark a violent response, a response her powerless form couldn't withstand. In her despair, she saw a glimmer of hope. Perhaps compliance would buy her an escape.

"Yes," she rasped, her voice barely a whisper.