I am a married woman who has never looked for adventure. He is the hero of a crime chronicle, wild and rabid. We do not have anything in common. But love does not ask permission. He doesn't ask permission. Takes whatever he wants. And now I'm the Beast's favorite toy...

- I'm taking you for the night," he said as he cut him off.

Huge arms wrap around my waist, not allowing me to move on. They are torn off the ground, like a feather, thrown over a hefty shoulder. How the trophy is taken away.

– No! Let it go! I yell wildly and desperately slap the creepy stranger on the back. – Let go!

But my blows do him no more harm than mosquito bites. It’s obviously more painful for me to bludgeon my muscular, as if poured with metal, back.

Contains obscene language.