007 Can't Outplay Him

The elevator doors clicked shut and began ascending. Suddenly, Alexander grabbed her waist, startling Annie, who turned her head in fear to look at him. His eyes were deep and intense, with something dark stirring within, but she couldn't quite make it out, feeling inexplicably afraid. He exerted strong force, pressing her against the elevator wall. His index finger suddenly pressed against her lips.

"What a tempting mouth you have!" He murmured softly, the meaning unclear, but the lazy tone was oddly unsettling.

"Were you having a good chat just now?!" It seemed sarcastic!

Annie shook her head; she definitely wasn't feeling good.

He doubted, "Oh, weren't you smiling happily just now?!" When did he see her smile happily?! Wasn't he having a great chat with Mary all along?! Annie couldn't understand and could only shake her head repeatedly.

Suddenly, his curiosity seemed to grow, and he asked, "Do you like someone like him?!"

Annie pondered for a while, then vaguely guessed who 'he' was! She vigorously shook her head again. She felt embarrassed and wanted to escape; how could she like someone like that?!

He suddenly said in a low voice, "This little mouth, smiling so charmingly, no wonder it can easily captivate others!"

"Huh?" She looked at him in confusion, slightly parting her black and white clear eyes, innocently.

He suddenly lowered his head and forcefully kissed her lips, as if in a serious confrontation with someone. She was both embarrassed and anxious, stretching out her hands, urgently trying to push him away. She struggled to endure his sudden and forceful kiss, fragmentedly muttering, "Elevator... uh... elevator..."

In an elevator where someone could enter at any moment, how could he be so audacious?! This man was simply too daring!

Alexander completely ignored it. This particular elevator was only accessible to a few cardholders; he didn't have to worry about someone rude entering. He felt a bit uneasy because this unaware woman shouldn't have displayed her charm to other men, even if it was unintentional. She belonged to him now, and during this time, he wouldn't allow it!"

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Holding her slender waist, he pressed against her heavily. Through their clothes, he could feel the softness of her skin. Remembering the pleasures of last night, he began to feel dissatisfied. His large hands gently tugged at her clothes, slipping beneath the fabric. His hands, having previously held a damp towel, carried the chill and moisture. When his warm skin touched hers, she immediately shrank back in sensitivity. She gasped and pitifully shrunk in his arms, desperately wishing to shrink herself indefinitely, preferably to a place where he couldn't see her.

"This is an elevator! People could come in at any moment!" She felt an overwhelming sense of shame about her current situation with him.

Anxiously, she reached out and embraced him, simultaneously encircling his arm, which was beginning to wander, and pressed it against her waist.

His arm hesitated slightly, surprised by her proactive enthusiasm.

Seizing the opportunity, she escaped his kiss, lifted her head, and almost cried out to him, "Please, don't—don't do this here!"

In an attempt to please him, she deliberately leaned in, initiating contact with her tender lips against his, which could be considered a kiss.

Moving her lips away, her face blushed with embarrassment, yet her watery eyes seemed on the verge of tears, appearing pitiful and pleading. With this expression, she looked at him, her delicate hands still tightly holding onto him. It seemed they had reached an extreme level of intimacy, as if he had become the emperor she could rely on, making it increasingly difficult for him to refuse her request!

"Hehe…"

He chuckled softly, somewhat involuntarily. Yet this woman had a compelling power over him! He withdrew his hand, gently resting it on her waist. He could hear the sound of her relieved sigh and feel her body slightly relax in response. This inexperienced girl seemed genuinely frightened just now. But somehow, Alexander maliciously felt that he might enjoy scaring her a little!

Well then, let's try scaring her next time! Observing her reaction might be a tremendous source of enjoyment!

It must be said, Alexander was definitely not a good person!

He spared her in the elevator, but once inside the room, there was no reason to avoid her. Despite kindly suggesting she freshen up, she lingered in the bathroom without coming out. Glancing at his watch, he realized an hour had passed, enough time for him to enjoy an entire bottle of wine alone. It seemed someone intended to hide.

Downing the last glass of wine, Alexander turned and simply got into bed.

Half an hour later, the bathroom door was quietly pulled open. Annie, who knew she had lingered long enough, cautiously emerged. Her steps were light, almost stealthy. She noticed most of the lights in the room were off, leaving only a bedside lamp, presumably left on for her. The man in bed lay there, covered by a blanket, motionless, apparently already asleep.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, feeling fortunate that her little scheme had succeeded. It was really good not to... not to engage in that kind of thing with him!

She cautiously drew closer, gingerly lifting a corner of the blanket. Her two beautiful legs, akin to a mermaid's tail, maneuvered onto the bed, delicately slipping beneath the covers. Throughout, she almost held her breath, carefully watching his face. His eyes were naturally closed, breathing steady—he seemed to be asleep. When she got onto the bed, the soft mattress bounced slightly, causing her some concern. Now that her entire self was on the bed, half-reclining, and yet he still hadn't opened his eyes, she finally felt genuinely relieved. Now, all she needed was to turn off the bedside lamp.

She slowly reached out, about to touch the switch of the bedside lamp. Suddenly, a large palm reached out, encircling her waist, forcibly pulling her towards him like a plush toy. Her back immediately pressed against the man's hot skin!

"Ah—" she gasped urgently!

He—wasn't wearing any clothes!

At his lower back, she immediately felt something hard, a familiar feeling that instantly made her shudder involuntarily, her body suddenly becoming uncontrollably feverish! He abruptly flipped over, pressing down on her like a fierce tiger. The bedsheets slipped, revealing his muscular and handsome skin.

He grinned, a row of teeth, perfectly aligned. In the dim light, his demeanor was utterly wicked.

"Darling, trying to play with me? You're still too naive!"

As his words fell, his body heavily descended. The darkness bestowed upon him an even more profound aura, making him appear like a sovereign of the night. His towering figure and the shadow it cast made Annie almost breathless.

He urgently kissed her, grabbing her two hands, which were attempting to resist but trembling pitifully, lifting them above her head. Simultaneously, he tore her nightgown, leaving her curvaceous body completely exposed to him.

The intimate contact of their smooth and tender skin was too intense, causing him to groan with desire, his breathing becoming heavy. Ravishing her lips hungrily, he began biting her skin with urgency...

She trembled intensely, helpless like a small boat adrift in the ocean, crying out as she was violated once more. Yet, he seemed to relish her sobbing, which sounded like a whimpering kitten. His actions became increasingly rough, lacking control. That night, she cried until her eyes were nearly swollen, while he reveled in his pleasure. He moved atop her several times until deep into the night before reluctantly ceasing his activities.

Before falling asleep, still feeling unresolved, he bit her ear and huskily murmured, "Darling, you look so enchanting when you cry. Next time, cry for me in bed again!"

Upon hearing this, she choked back a sob, tears streaming down like golden beads from her eyes, abruptly stopping her crying.

Satisfied, he extended his hand, pulling her into his embrace, holding her tightly. With one arm around her smooth slender waist and the other on her head with tousled black hair, he curved his body. This position completely enveloped her in his embrace. Her disheveled hair lay under his shoulder, her body curled up due to the aftermath of the passion, forced tightly against him. It almost appeared as if she was being protected by him. Unable to resist the heavy drowsiness, she soon drifted off into a deep slumber!