Chapter Three: Making Love with Him
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The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. Julian Hawthorne emerged, still damp, wearing only a towel. Seeing that the person who should have left hadn't, he stopped, arms crossed, and gazed at her.
Her eyes were glistening with tears, her nose and eye sockets were red, and her disheveled black hair cascaded over her shoulders; she was breathtakingly beautiful.
This girl was only eighteen, yet she was already so alluring. She would surely grow into a seductive enchantress, Julian Hawthorne thought, standing in the bathroom doorway.
Yvaine looked back at the man before her.
The bathroom light illuminated him, making him appear incredibly alluring.
He was two heads taller than her, about 1.9 meters. Under the light, his six-pack abs were clearly defined, without an ounce of fat—the result of regular exercise.
His face was sharply defined, with thick eyebrows like two long swords, a straight nose, and thin lips.
She had read a book that described men with thin lips as being more ruthless in relationships. However, he was a prominent figure in City B, worth billions. Even if a man like him were ruthless, countless women would still be drawn to him like moths to a flame!
Yvaine met his cold, hawk-like eyes and mustered her courage to walk towards him. What she was about to do was something she had never done before in her life.
She stood before him, her lips trembling violently. She stood on tiptoe and kissed his sexy chin. Her small hands roamed over his body, caressing him.
She didn't know what she could do to please him, but she hoped he would like it, and that she could help her father's company overcome its difficulties.
Julian Hawthorne let her caress his body. She had no experience, let alone any seductive techniques; he was almost certain she was a virgin! But his body did react.
Suddenly, Julian Hawthorne grabbed her chin, preventing her escape, and kissed her lips tightly.
Yvaine's inexperienced tongue entwined with Julian Hawthorne's, drawing out strands of saliva. Yvaine let out a soft moan, which only provoked Julian Hawthorne to kiss her with increasingly passionate kisses.
His hands brushed aside the long hair covering Yvaine's chest, slipping inside her bra from her neckline, kneading her small, exquisitely firm breasts, squeezing them forcefully.
Before Yvaine could react, "Rip—" her clothes were torn to shreds by Julian Hawthorne.
Her naked skin, under the light, resembled a beautiful work of art.
Yvaine instinctively covered her breasts, telling herself she couldn't leave; she had to stay tonight.
"Why aren't you leaving? Are you afraid I'll harm your father? Don't worry, if you leave now, I absolutely won't harm them," Julian Hawthorne asked, lifting her chin with one hand.
Yvaine lowered her eyes. “No, I believe you. But my uncle said if I don’t stay, Dad’s company will go bankrupt. Please help my dad.”
He discovered that this girl’s tears could move any man’s heart.
“Since you’ve decided, you’re not leaving tonight.” With that, the towel wrapped around him fell to the floor. Julian Hawthorne, naked, swept her up in his arms and placed her on his enormous bed, grabbing her hand and pressing it against his.
Yvaine tried to pull her hand away, but the grip was too strong. The next moment, her hand touched something burning hot, making her freeze.
Julian Hawthorne looked down at Yvaine, taking in every expression. He grabbed her hand and guided it to his p***s, thrusting forward, rubbing and pumping his p***s in and out of her palm.
“Yvaine Hayes, now it's too late to run away.”
Yvaine murmured incoherently at Julian Hawthorne's words, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her legs kicking restlessly, her body feeling as if it were about to melt into flames.
She looked up to meet Julian Hawthorne's gaze, then quickly looked away, staring intently at the p***s she held in her hand as it moved back and forth. Because the massive member wasn't fully erect, half of the glans was still retracted under the foreskin, but with each thrust, the entire full, rosy glans was exposed when it emerged, and retracted slightly when it withdrew.
“Ah, um~”
Julian Hawthorne forcefully spread Yvaine's legs, instantly exposing her pink, tender vulva to his view, the opening and closing rhythmically.
“Ah—” Yvaine cried out, “No…”
Julian Hawthorne gently probed inside with one finger; the moist, lustful fluid was already flowing out.
“Yvaine, it’s wet, do you want it?”
The stimulation from her v****a made Yvaine completely lose control, and she said with shame, “I…I…yes, you…you continue!”
Julian Hawthorne grasped his p***s, aimed it at her open v****a, and thrust in. His large, purplish-red glans slid in completely, possessing her with the same swift and decisive force as always.
Breaking through that barrier of purity, Julian Hawthorne felt a deep satisfaction.
Thinking about how generous her family was, sending such a clean girl to him like this, just to sell two more houses?
As tears streamed down her face, Yvaine’s small hands gripped the white sheets tightly. She endured the pain, but the ache between her legs still made her very uncomfortable.
She began to sob, her slender body writhing like a snake.
“Don’t move!” he commanded, her inexperienced reaction causing Julian Hawthorne’s body to tighten again.
He hadn’t yet reached her deepest point, yet she was crying uncontrollably.
“Be good, it won’t hurt in a bit.”
Julian Hawthorne suppressed his surging desire, slowly waiting for her to adjust. However, he realized that this was essentially a battle against his own willpower.
He looked down at her; Yvaine was still moaning in pain. He scratched his head in frustration. For the first time, he hastily satisfied his desire and let her go.
Yvaine whimpered and sobbed until midnight before finally drifting off to sleep in his arms.
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