004 Losing the right to leave

Alexander was truly surprised! This girl...

Wide-eyed, he watched her porcelain-like face gradually enlarge before him. He watched as she halted just an inch away from him, her arms, as delicate as lotus roots, gently touching his waist. Then, slowly, her hands moved, tracing his waistline and journeying to his back, finally encircling his waist with both arms. With alluring eyes lowered, she gently leaned her head against his chest, half of her face pressed softly against his chest. Instantly, there was a damp sensation on his chest—a result of her yet-to-dry tears on her face. The spot where her tears had landed seemed to scorch instantly, heating up his chest. Suddenly, his body felt as hot as iron!

She was born to seduce men. She didn't need words; just a few innocent gestures were enough to spark a man's desire. Alexander was amazed at how easily she enchanted him, but now that desire had risen, only she could quench it.

He lowered his head, murmuring softly above her head. "I gave you the chance to leave, but you didn't want to. So, from now on, you have no right to refuse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he fiercely scooped her up, causing her to gasp in surprise, then strode to the bed and forcefully threw her onto it. Discarding the towel wrapped around his waist, he pounced on her like a fierce tiger, pressing heavily on her body.

"Rip—"

He ruthlessly tore her clothes, roughly touching her skin softer than tofu.

He had always been fierce in bed, treating it as ruthlessly as he dealt with enemies in the business world. He should have treated her the same—stripping her naked, taking her without restraint, and satisfying his desires freely.

But her body was trembling too violently. Her flawless skin was too pristine, her tear-streaked face too pitifully innocent. So, he involuntarily turned gentle, perhaps because he simply couldn't be anything but gentle with her...

A prolonged kiss showered her body, heating him up, yet he had to be mindful not to hurt her too much.

Possessing her, she cried intensely. She didn't know how to moan seductively in bed, arousing a man's desire. She held back, whimpering softly, almost like a little kitten, which made him unable to bear it. When she cried the hardest, he could only hastily end it, holding her softly, trying to comfort her.

Afterward, he regretted it, wondering if he had been possessed by a demon! She was just a woman—did he need to be so considerate? Thinking this, as she cried softly, growing weaker and dozing off, he forcefully took her one more time. This time, her sobbing was less, replaced by faint murmurs, allowing him to indulge a little more.

The Four Seasons Hotel truly lives up to its five-star reputation in New London, and the Presidential Suite is a testament to its prestigious title. As the oriental sun rises, drawing back the curtains, the room is flooded with warm sunlight, making everything feel lazily comforting. Bathing in this golden yet not scorching sunlight, one's mood improves with the morning sun.

On the crisp white bed lay black-edged golden sheets, his preferred style and specially arranged by the room manager. He had already showered and dressed. Despite the passionate night before, there was no trace of fatigue on him. He was a man full of energy and exceptional self-control.

He lowered his gaze, observing the girl lying on the bed, once again drawn to her despite having had her last night. She wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but she possessed a unique charm. The golden sunlight on her porcelain face made her come alive as if emitting a glow. Faint dark circles under her eyes from fatigue didn't diminish her beauty; instead, they added a touch of fragility, making her even more pitiable.

Her breathing was calm, just like her when she slept—gentle and shallow, softly murmuring, as if afraid of disturbing something accidentally. Her rosy lips, stained from yesterday's passion, now exuded an enticing red, slightly pursed, tempting for another kiss. Her rosy cheeks peeked through her jet-black hair, startlingly beautiful. She seemed like an angel, yet also like a fairy!

He shook his head as if waking from a reverie and sat beside her.

The soft bed yielded slightly under his weight. She pursed her juicy lips even more and buried her head deeper in the covers. The quietness made her look more like a lovely kitten.

He reached out, gently touching the lips he had kissed countless times before. The sensation still easily stirred him. His eyes darkened as a familiar surge of desire rose within him. Consequently, he lowered his head and kissed those lips that one could never tire of kissing. Starting softly, gradually intensifying, even to the point of nibbling. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and woke from her peaceful slumber.

Opening her eyes, the distinct features made her cry out again!

She seemed easily startled!

As a punishment, he bit her lip and lifted his head.

She remembered why she was here and recalled everything from last night. Hastily pulling up the covers, she covered herself completely, leaving only a pair of dewy eyes and a clean, frequently flickering forehead exposed, trembling anxiously.

He found her reaction rather amusing and smiled faintly. His deep gaze and intimate look made her blush all over, her entire body rapidly turning pink, including her flawless forehead!

She was easily embarrassed! In this day and age, it's rare to find girls who blush so easily! She wondered how John raised her; she seemed like a sheltered, wealthy girl who rarely ventured out to meet people!

"What did your father say to you?" He caressed her forehead, letting that tender touch glide through his heart.

She blinked, half-lowered her eyes, and hummed softly, "Dad said I should listen to you and accompany you for a week!" Her voice was small, barely concealing her shyness.

"Aren't you supposed to go to university?" His fingers began to play with her hair. Her strands were glossy black and remarkably soft, like satin.

She shied away from his deep gaze even more, murmuring, "I got a leave of absence!" It was getting awkward! Girls of her age should be studying diligently at school; how could she waste time waking up in a man's bed and doing... that... kind of thing!

Her heart began to ache again, and her eyes started to sting.

He noticed but remained composed, asking, "How old are you?"

She pursed her lips, hesitated for a while, and finally said hesitantly, "I'm eighteen..." At this age, she shouldn't be doing such things. She knew that.

He nodded, roughly guessing her age. Releasing her hair, he stood up calmly and instructed, "Rest today, don't wander around. If you want to eat, call room service, and they'll deliver it."

She responded with a soft "Okay."

He either heard or didn't hear, and left on his own.

She curled up in the duvet, basking in the bright sunlight, yet feeling an overwhelming sense of shame in her heart, along with an irredeemable feeling of guilt that not even the bright and warm sunlight could wash away!