Chapter 544 Risking My Neck for a Lady

• Right now, under Eric Goodwell’s attack—harder and more dominant by the second—Carrie Hewitt was losing ground fast. All she could do was reach out, press a hand to Eric’s chest, and try to shove him off her.
• But Carrie’s whole body had gone weak and jelly-soft; she had no strength left. Her push landed like playful teasing between lovers. It did nothing—worse, it felt like that coy, “push-me-pull-me” vibe, hazy and suggestive.
• “I’ll bite you to death.”