How many n could withstand a woman wearing only a light dress writhing beneath them?
Unexpectedly, the woman underneath seed to be completely unaware, twisting this way and that, still moving.
Their bodies were already tightly pressed together, and each of her movents allowed Watt to distinctly feel her chest brushing against his torso.
Watt’s body tensed, and his gaze on her darkened.
"Sumr Sutton, don’t think I really can’t deal with you!" he warned coldly.
His voice was deep, laced with a palpable sense of danger.
Sumr Sutton had drunk too much tonight, and at this mont, she was intoxicated.
She didn’t even know who he was, so why would she heed his warning?
"Let go!" She pressed her hand against his chest, attempting to push him away. When it didn’t work, Sumr suddenly turned her body to the side, arching beneath him.
This was actually just a normal action of lying down. Sumr was uncomfortable, unable to find a suitable position, which led to such a move.
But in Watt’s eyes, it took on a completely different aning.
Sumr’s action seed to him like an invitation.
And she even chose such a provocative position.
How did he not know she preferred it from behind?
Watt watched Sumr, his eye twitching slightly.
Sumr didn’t even look at him, still moving restlessly on the bed.
Her body seed to itch like it was being bitten by countless ants, twisting around without ever settling down.
Watt had been tempted by her for so long. If he continued to hold back, he wouldn’t be a normal man!
Wrapping one arm around her waist from behind, he pulled her slender body into his arms, gently pushing her down onto the bed, his firm body pressing down.
"Feeling uncomfortable?" His hot breath brushed past her ear, his voice, hoarse and sowhat seductive, "I’ll help you, and you’ll feel better later!"
Without waiting for Sumr’s reaction, he raised his hand and started to peel off her clothes.
Sumr was wearing a sumr dress, with a strap style, very light; with just a push, it could easily be removed.
In an instant, she was stripped bare, her pale skin like an egg without its shell beneath him. Watt turned her body, ready to proceed with the sa position, but Sumr suddenly elbowed him.
She hit Watt in a critical area, with slightly more force than when she had used her fist earlier.
Watt furrowed his brows, seemingly uncomfortable.
Seizing the opportunity, Sumr wriggled out from under him, grabbed her dress to cover herself, and dashed barefoot toward the bathroom like she was fleeing.
She ran swiftly, but before reaching the bathroom door—likely due to the alcohol making her weak—she fell heavily onto the carpet with a thud.
Sumr had already fallen countless tis tonight, and bruises, blue and purple, were rampant across her body.
She seed to be in pain, sitting down, hugging her knees, crying out.
Watt took a deep breath, resisting the urge to throttle her, and slowly walked toward her.
"Where does it hurt? Let see." Helping her up from the floor, Watt checked her body over.
Fortunately, there were only two or three scraped areas; the rest were just bruises.
Not serious—after so treatnt, they should fade in two or three days.
Kneeling in front of her, he inspected her thoroughly.
He didn’t hold any grudges, intending to overlook Sumr’s repeated provocations toward him tonight, but unexpectedly, she took it for granted.
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