Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

After the slightly hot and spicy taste, there was a rich sweetness like white sugar, as if he had eaten a whole spoonful of honey. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and the sharp teeth cut Fisk's tongue, but he didn't feel anything.

Still making continuous progress.

Monica's beautiful eyes widened. The sudden change left her no time to react.

She is French, but even though she comes from the romantic city of Paris, it doesn't mean that she is necessarily a dissolute French woman. In fact, her personality is relatively conservative.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have married an Italian.

A boring Italy.

But at this moment.

What happened left her stunned.

Monica stared blankly at the cold and tough face so close to her.

She felt that her lips, which had never been approached or even touched by anyone except her husband, were now being unscrupulously embraced by the strong man in front of her, who was as strong as a bear.

In an instant, countless emotions flooded into the depths of my brain.

She was previously a member of a French Mafia family.

Marrying her current husband was a family marriage, but to some extent it was also free love, so she never wanted to betray her husband.

But what happened before her eyes was something she couldn't accept.

She twisted her arms violently.

The greatest power was like a running train, breaking free from Fisk's restraints. She wanted to use her sharp nails to tear apart the throat of this guy in front of her, this prodigal son, and then drink his blood in big gulps to get rid of the hatred in her heart.

However, the nail that had clearly been extended was retracted at the last moment for some reason.

"No, we can't let this guy die so easily, we have to make his life worse than death!"

Instead, he clenched his hands into fists and kept hitting Fisk's body with his fists like cannonballs, twisting his body hard, trying to struggle to escape from Fisk's restraints.

However, Fisk's strong muscles were designed to deal with that fist that was like a cannonball.

Monica was still pressed tightly against the wall, unable to move at all.

The two hands that were pounding wildly were caught again after a moment. Fisk subdued the female vampire without even raising his head.

And this is far from over.

Monica's hands were restrained, but her legs were still there.

Monica's thighs shook as she tried to kick Fisk.

Fisk seemed to have noticed it, and stretched out his legs in advance, blocking Monica's legs and locking her tightly in a spread-eagle position. Now Monica had no chance to fight back.

No, although there is no way to fight back, you can talk back!

Monica's long and narrow eyebrows kept trembling, and her sharp teeth swept back and forth. The blood dripping from the corner of Fisk's mouth became more eye-catching.

But Fisk still seemed unable to feel it, which made the depths of Monica's eyes continue to flash with crystal clear light. The anger in her eyes was more like materialized light, as if it could directly ignite Fisk at any time and anywhere.

Fisk didn't care about Monica's anger at all.

His movements became more violent and forceful.

There was no way he would let go of this spicy pepper today.

He likes to eat chili peppers.

But he had never eaten such a spicy pepper with a sweet aftertaste, which made him feel a challenge and he couldn't wait to win this challenge.

Probably three or four minutes passed.

The peppers are finally starting to feel less spicy.

Fisk slowly loosened his grip.

But in the next second, the sharp nails pierced his chest muscles again.

"Tear!"

The intense pain made Fisk frown at the first moment.

He shook his shoulders to block the hand that wanted to dig out his heart. Monica took the opportunity to break free and let out a sharp roar, the sound was particularly harsh: "Damn you, you damn you, I'm going to kill you!"

Fisk's blood flowed from the corner of Monica's mouth and slowly spread toward the towering mountains, just like the meltwater from the Himalayas' glaciers. The red blood and snow-white skin set off each other, full of indescribable temptation, which also made Fisk very excited.

Fisk laughed and reached out to grab her hands again: "Monica, beautiful Monica, you drank so much of my blood, do you still have the heart to kill me?"

Monica said angrily, her eyes filled with extreme murderous intent: "Damn it, I will kill you, I will tear your bones out of your flesh and blood, but I will not peel off your skin.

I will paint on your skin and hang it in the corridor outside, so that your wronged soul will forever be attached to those paintings, feeling pain and torture all the time."

Fisk listened to the other party's threatening words, but did not show any fear or terror. Instead, he smiled playfully, reached out and hugged the other party, and pressed her against the wall again, "Don't be so excited, Ms. Monica.

If you had been willing to listen to my explanation before, perhaps this matter would not have come to this point!"

As Fisk spoke, he took another forceful step forward.

Monica was suddenly shocked, as if she sensed something.

He glanced down with a little fear, and the next second he burst into screams and roars again, "Get away from me, damn it! Get away from me, damn it! I'm going to kill you!"

Fisk shook his head and said, "Ms. Monica, your recovery ability is very strong. I am not sure I can kill you.

And you can't kill me at all.

How about we make a deal?

If we continue to fight like this, the result will be nothing but mutual destruction.

In addition, your status should be very noble.

Although I don't know you, I can basically confirm that you are the hostess of this castle.

If this scene were discovered by others, what do you think they would think? "

Monica stared at Fisk and yelled, "What do you want to do?"

Monica has calmed down now.

Fisk was right.

If others find out, Monica can silence them, but if Norma finds out, then everything will be over.

Norma was a suspicious person by nature. If he found out that she was being hugged and kissed by a damned guy, she would definitely be eaten alive by him.

Norma wouldn't listen to her explanation at all.

Fisk watched the other's movements slowly becoming slower.

He grinned: “Don’t be so excited, Ms. Monica!

I'm a gentleman." Fisk said as he loosened his hand.

Monica finally listened.

No, fight back again.

But after loosening his grip, Fisk did not leave her body, but still restrained her.

Push her against the wall.

Monica sneered and said, “A gentleman?

Although, I'm not British.

But is there really a gentleman in this world who would hug a strange lady and forcefully kiss her as soon as they meet? "

“Hahaha, I’m not British either, but I know that the treatment of gentlemen is relative.

Besides, Ms. Monica, didn’t you enjoy it just now?

Otherwise, how could you drink so much of my blood?

Besides, when facing a beautiful lady like Monica.

I don't think any one person can hold it back.

If someone could do that, then I would probably question the integrity of his gender and his body.”

Following Fisk's playful words, feeling the subtle teasing in his words, Monica was so angry that she trembled all over, her sharp teeth clashed together, and some unswallowed blood dripped out from the corners of her mouth again: "What do you want?"

“Hahaha, I originally came here to do other things.

But now, I'm not in a hurry.

How about we take a bath and talk while we soak?"

Fisk pointed to a pool not far away.

But as she was speaking, Monica launched another sneak attack. A faint red light appeared on her nails. This time her target was Fisk's eye sockets. She looked so ferocious as if she wanted to dig Fisk's eyes out.

Fisk looked at the tactless woman.

Some also frowned in annoyance.

He reached out and grabbed her attacking wrist, throwing her directly towards the pool in the distance.

Monica fell into the pool in a mess.

Because her feet hit the edge of the pool, the high heels that had been spared damage were completely shattered, and the bones in both feet were twisted, but they soon recovered.

Although, there were no stockings covering her feet, but against the backdrop of her long white legs and the steaming mist, her feet looked like white lotus roots in the mud, muddy but not charming.

It's like white chocolate.

But I don’t know if it also melts in your mouth.

Monica groaned in pain and hurriedly sat up from the pool. Her slightly messy burgundy hair covered half of her face, and her low-cut dress was torn apart by the collision.

As she moved, the snow-covered mountains seemed to be cast under a spell to turn into jelly. They bounced up and down continuously in the violent vibrations, making people want to pounce on them and take a big bite.

She knew that she couldn't stay here at this time.

She was no match for Fisk, so she had to run.

But she didn't have time to jump out of the pool.

Fisk had already pressed over and pushed her directly into the pool. He hugged her and submerged her in the pool. White steam continued to surround the two of them.

Monica felt Fisk's strong, powerful hand.