"Mia, don’t be afraid, I’m here to save you..." Steven British walked ahead, his steps urgent, but when he saw the scene in the suite, his steps suddenly halted.
"Mia, you guys?"
Felix Shaw curled his lips mockingly, his icy eyes full of provocation. Speaking in a posh British accent, he said slowly, "Can’t you see that my wife and I are making love, sir?"
"Mia..." Steven looked past Felix Shaw to Mia Foster, his tone filled with sorrow, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides.
Trapped under the covers, Mia Foster was too embarrassed to face anyone, burying her face into Felix Shaw’s shoulder and shaking her lips tightly.
The hotel staff followed in and were visibly stunned upon seeing the scene on the bed. Upon eting Felix’s cold gaze, the staff imdiately apologized, "I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t know... This gentleman said the lady was in trouble, so..." In the rush, the staff’s words were stamred.
"Get out!" Felix Shaw spat out a single word, his eyes furious, glaring at the staff and shouting sternly, "Do you want to complain right now?"
"Sorry, sorry," the staff kept bowing, tugging at Steven’s sleeve, reminding him to leave with them.
Without getting Mia Foster’s response, Steven could only leave reluctantly.
When the door closed, Felix Shaw propped himself up again, looking at the tear-streaked woman beneath him. He smirked and asked, "How was it? Exciting, right?"
"Felix Shaw! I hate you!" Mia Foster glared at Felix, her eyes filled with hatred. He rely let out a cold laugh, "Mia Foster, don’t give that ’hate’ talk. Even when you didn’t hate , you weren’t particularly good to ."
"Felix Shaw! Do you even realize your actions right now count as rape? If I call the police, you’ll be in jail!"
"Heh, Mia Foster, stop sensationalizing. Rape? Even if it’s marital rape, I won’t go to jail at all." Felix replied dismissively.
With that, Felix delivered a hard thrust as Mia followed with a surprised cry, "Bastard! Get out! Go away..."
"Heh, go away? It’s not that easy. I finally got in here once, do I not make it worthwhile?"
With a sarcastic retort, Felix Shaw increased his montum, as if he was butting heads with Mia Foster. The more she fiercely resisted, the more aggressive he beca.
When Mia Foster bit down hard on his shoulder, he let out a muffled groan and collapsed onto her, burying his handso face into Mia Foster’s neck, panting heavily.
Just as wonderful as before, still so tight. If it hadn’t been interrupted, he might have finished sooner.
"Mia Foster, was it good?" Deep down, Felix Shaw always suspected an affair between Mia Foster and Steven British, so even after it was over, Felix Shaw continued to compare.
"So can you leave now?" A voice devoid of emotion, Mia Foster’s flushed face was without a hint of passion, her eyes cold, her expression as emotionally void as her voice.
"Ah, that felt great," Felix sighed, but didn’t roll away, instead raising his handso face again to look at Mia Foster and interrogate her, "Did I please you better, or is that foreigner’s technique superior?"
"Hmph," Mia Foster sneered coldly, her eyes filled with light disdain. Constantly pressed by Felix Shaw, a rebellious streak suddenly erged in her, "Compared to Steven’s technique, you’re still far behind!"
Felix Shaw’s eyes narrowed dangerously, as if probing the truth of Mia Foster’s words, before letting out a chuckle. Felix spoke slowly, "Seems... I wasn’t able to satisfy you,"
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