Chapter Two: I knew I was going to sleep with him, but……
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The Aethelred Hotel, one of the most luxurious hotels in S City.
Located in a bustling downtown area, dozens of expensive cars were parked in front of the hotel, each worth a fortune, a testament to the wealth and status of its guests.
Julian Hawthorne entered the hotel, where the manager greeted him, “Mr. Hawthorne, welcome! How many days will you be staying? I’ll instruct housekeeping to arrange things to your liking.”
Julian Hawthorne walked past him, saying, “No need for that, I’m leaving tomorrow.”
He took Yvaine’s hand and headed straight for the elevator, pressing the button with his long, slender fingers.
“Very well, have a pleasant stay.”
The lobby manager respectfully held the elevator door for Yvaine, watching the elevator slowly ascend.
“Ding—” The elevator stopped on the 38th floor.
“Let’s go!” Julian Hawthorne said, pulling her hand to the door of a presidential suite. He swiped his card to open the door and led her inside.
The room looked spacious, entirely dark.
Yvaine stepped inside, her feet sinking into the soft, plush carpet, feeling a surreal sensation of walking on clouds.
It’s so big here, but why isn’t the light on? Yvaine was thinking this when, before she could react, the door slammed shut behind her.
Yvaine panicked. A dark figure pounced on her, hot lips covering her delicate lips, kissing her.
“Mmm—”
He was kissing her!
Julian Hawthorne’s burning lips were like a flame, unwilling to leave Yvaine’s.
Yvaine involuntarily tensed up. This was the first time she'd been kissed so forcefully by a man. Completely inexperienced, she stared wide-eyed at the handsome face in the darkness, utterly bewildered.
She remembered that at the club, he'd simply patted her shoulder gently, telling her to study hard, like an older brother reminding his younger sister to study.
It was the same in the car. Just moments ago, she'd even doubted whether he liked her, whether she could complete the tasks her father and uncle had given her. Yet now, he was like a ferocious beast!
Julian Hawthorne's kiss was so passionate, like that of an insatiable lion.
He gripped her waist, as if he wanted to break it. His tongue delved deeper into her lips, sucking on her little tongue, entwining with it again and again.
This girl was so alluring, so tempting, she wanted to devour her whole!
Yvaine was panicked and afraid. She tried to push him away, but found her strength like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Was she really going to give herself to this man? Before coming here, her father and uncle had begged her desperately. She had agreed, but now she felt fear and regret.
Her body flushed red under his kisses, and her legs trembled violently. If Julian Hawthorne hadn't held her waist tightly, she probably would have collapsed to the ground, powerless.
Julian Hawthorne's hand traced her flat stomach, probing into her v****a. He wanted to possess her; that was the only thing on his mind at that moment!
Without any lubrication, his fingers stung her as they entered her v****a.
Yvaine looked at him with fear in her eyes, "No...don't do this..."
But once the flame of desire was ignited, how could it be easily extinguished?
"No...no...no..."
Yvaine struggled and pounded beneath him, her knee accidentally bumping against his erect p***s!
Julian Hawthorne's face darkened instantly, and he released Yvaine from his arms.
He looked at the tear-streaked face before him, and instantly sobered up considerably.
Julian Hawthorne gazed into her bright, watery eyes, her skin flushed pink with embarrassment. She wasn't playing hard to get, nor was she being coy; she was genuinely afraid.
"What's wrong? You don't want to?"
Yvaine sobbed uncontrollably, pleading, "Please don't—"
Her body slid slowly down the door, her doe-like eyes looking at him timidly.
His narrow eyes narrowed into slits.
"Your uncle wants you to sleep with me. Don't tell me you don't know what he means." His tone was laced with mockery.
Yvaine bit her lower lip, tears falling like pearls.
"I...know..."
Actually, she had known her uncle's intentions for a long time, but it was too sudden for her, and it really hurt.
Julian Hawthorne frowned.
He wasn't a philanthropist, and he had no time for dealing with naive young girls.
"If you don't want to stay with me, then leave. I won't force you." He turned and walked into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water filled the bathroom.
The spacious presidential suite was now empty except for Yvaine.
Yvaine squatted on the floor. Her heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle.
She had come to the hotel to sleep with Julian Hawthorne. She didn't want her father's company to go bankrupt, she didn't want to see him homeless.
Sleeping with him was the only thing she could do.
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