Christina Ramey was furious with shame.

Shouted, "Do you dare!?"

"You see if I dare or not?"

Finished Dirk Carter.

Already wearing only shorts, he pulled them down, revealing Titan.

And Christina, already sitting astride his thigh, her garden gate wide open.

Only a fist distance apart.

As Dirk spread his legs, Christina slid over voluntarily.

He lifted her thighs, leaving no time for resistance, the dragon exploring the phoenix, uniting as one.

A sloshing sound.

Slick and smooth.

There was no sensation of obstruction.

It indicated that, faced with such an intimate interaction, Christina's body was honest.

"You... scoundrel..."

As the fullness overwhelmed her, Christina was on the brink of losing control.

Still thinking of struggling free, but once her foot touched the ground, the excruciating pain forced her to sit back down, initiating the first piston movement of her own accord.

"Haha, you've been calling me a rogue all night, if I didn't cooperate with you now, it would prove I lack finesse. Sit tight, I'm starting now."

Dirk sneered.

His thighs started to bounce.

Christina's hands that were hitting Dirk's head.

With the speed increasing, the sound of movement became audible, and the blush spread across Christina's face.

The resistance in her hands gradually subsided.

A gentle moaning began to escape her throat.

As Dirk accelerated.

Christina finally collapsed.

From initial resistance to later acceptance, in the end, she fully cooperated.

The bathroom wasn't enough.

Dirk lifted her up, carrying her to the living room.

Since lying down wasn't possible, Dirk made her kneel on the sofa.

This time, Christina had no complaints, already very cooperative.

After a round of skillful, intense old cowboy riding, Christina lay limp on the sofa, gasping continuously, looking as if her entire consciousness had been stripped away.

Dirk squatted down.

Pinching her chin, he asked, "Do you still call me a rogue now?"

Christina pursed her lips, the once steadfast gaze now softened, murmuring, "You... you're amazing."

"So do you still boss me around now?"

Dirk asked.

Christina shook her head, saying, "I... I'll listen to you."

This was more like it.

Dirk was satisfied with this response.

"Now you stay here obediently, I'll freshen up and then make you some breakfast, how's that?"

Dirk sternly asked.

Christina, supporting her chin with her hands, gazed affectionately, saying, "You... you're so manly, I really like it."

"A candle, it won't light if not lit, seriously."

Dirk mumbled, then turned and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

After breakfast.

He reapplied medicine for Christina.

By now, Dirk had figured out how to handle Christina.

If you spoke to her nicely, she'd walk all over you.

If your tone wasn't so gentle, she'd love it, speaking softly, wishing to elevate you.

What is this called?

This is the classic case of "acting spoiled."

In the evening.

Dirk had just fed Christina her dinner.

When Maeve Winters called.

She informed Dirk that Eliza Henderson had arranged a meeting, scheduled for half-past six, at a small tavern diagonally across from the West End Police Station.

After hanging up.

Dirk carried Christina into the bedroom.

Sternly said, "I have some business to attend to now, unless something happens, don't call me, understood?"

"Don't worry, I definitely won't call you, I'll just wait for you at home like a good girl."

By now, Christina had become quite the little woman.

"Alright, I know."

Just as Dirk was about to turn and leave.

Christina grabbed his hand.

"What's the matter now?"

Dirk asked impatiently.

Christina sweetly smiled, asking, "You're definitely coming back tonight, right? You won't stay out, will you?"

Oh for crying out loud.

This girl turned into a housewife waiting for her husband to come home in just a day?

Dirk shook off her hand, saying, "I told you to wait at home, so wait, too many questions, I'll deal with you when I return."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back and deal with me hard."

Christina said hopefully.

Six o'clock.

Dirk left the house.

Took a taxi.

Around six-twenty.

He arrived at the small tavern opposite the West End Police Station.

The tavern wasn't large, with only two private rooms, and when Dirk arrived, he first ordered some dishes, preparing to wait in the private room, but then a strikingly attractive woman with a neutral style walked in.

The woman was about five foot seven.

Wearing a tight tank top, covered with a simple leather jacket.

Below was a pair of tight dark navy jeans, wrapping her long legs.

Her features were delicate, sporting ear-length fluffy short hair, described with one word, she was very "dashing."

The woman seemed to notice Dirk as well.

Just as she was about to approach.

In the blink of an eye.

A woman with a bag was passing by the tavern entrance, and from a dark corner, a young man suddenly sprang out, snatching the woman's bag.

"Robbery, someone is robbing..."

The middle-aged woman, having lost her bag.

Stood in place, stamping her feet and shouting.

Seeing this, Eliza Henderson without a second thought, chased in the direction of the fleeing robber.

This unexpected twist left Dirk dumbfounded.

He had no time to hesitate and quickly ran out the door, just in time to see Eliza disappearing at the alley entrance, and gave chase without stopping.

Northside Street was the old town area of Kenton County.

Full of old buildings, leading to numerous alleys.

Dirk considered his physical fitness adequate, but who knew Eliza would run even faster, and with a slight breath, she vanished.

Helpless.

Dirk could only search around.

On Eliza's side.

Chasing the robber into the alley, he weaved left and right, circling in the complex alleys.

The young man ahead probably didn't expect such persistent pursuit, and as he ran, he lost steam and darted into a dead alley, propping his hands on his thighs, gasping heavily.

"Hand over the bag and surrender with me!"

Eliza sternly ordered from behind the young man.

The yellow-haired young man turned around.

Seeing the pursuer clearly, he sighed in relief, saying, "Damn, I ran for ages, and it's a chick, if I knew I wouldn't have bothered running."

"What's wrong with being a chick? I said it again, hand over the thing and come with me to the station."

Eliza commanded again.

The yellow-haired kid waved the bag in his hand.

He said, "The bag is here, if you have the guts, come and take it."

Eliza was infuriated.

Step by step, she moved toward the yellow-haired kid.

Just then.

Four figures emerged from the shadows behind the yellow-haired kid.

They walked straight up to the kid and stood in a line.

"Come on, little missy, you're quite capable, aren't you? Come on over."

The yellow-haired kid taunted.

Eliza instinctively glanced back.

What she saw startled her.

Behind her, seemingly out of nowhere, four men appeared, dressed in strange clothes just like the five in front, clearly local ruffians.

The yellow-haired kid, seeing all his people gathered, was emboldened.

Took a step forward, sneered, and asked, "So, little missy, you still want to take me to the station?"

Eliza, unhurried, pulled out a credential from her jeans' back pocket, saying, "Look closely, I'm a cop!"

Obviously.

The identity of a police officer was intimidating.

The nine people, upon hearing she was a cop, were a bit sure-footed.

But soon, they calmed down again.

After all, this situation favored them.

However, the yellow-haired kid disdainfully said, "A cop? A female cop? You think we'd be scared of you? My little brother hasn't sampled a cop like you before, especially such a pretty one, perfect for today. Boys, get her!"

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