His voice suddenly increased in volume, and her body was pressed down along with his onto the small bed in front of them. The light green checkered sheets were disturbed by the struggles of the two, wrinkling like water.
His hot, robust body pressed heavily on her back, making it hard for her to breathe. His calloused hands kneaded her chest, and his lips and tongue wandered around her ears and the corners of her lips. Suddenly, he sat up, pulling her up and making her kneel on the bed. One hand embraced her waist, and the other clasped her jaw, forcing her to turn and kiss him.
Amy once again experienced his dominance. His kiss could suffocate a woman, leaving no room for escape. He conquered without leaving any room for resistance, ultimately making her soft and leaning against his chest.
When her consciousness was gradually being pulled away by him, her phone suddenly rang. He was quicker to reach the phone than her, his arm still around her chest. The other hand slid over the lock screen, glanced at it, and a smile appeared on his lips. He raised it to her eyes.
“what do you think of this gift?”
Amy stared wide-eyed at the sweet message on the screen – the Tranquil Manor had been transferred back to her name!
Lucas, how could he have such great influence? Wasn’t he just a businessman?
She turned to look at him, meeting his fiery gaze, yet before she could speak, his kiss sealed her lips once again.
The bikini, with its rainbow colors, barely concealed her ample assets. Lucas’s long fingers glided over her abdomen to her legs, each inch they traveled causing a shiver. As his lips imprinted on her lower abdomen, Amy couldn’t help but push his hand away, attempting to move backward.
“Don’t hide,” his arm immediately tightened, fingers hooking onto the thin straps of her bikini bottoms. A gentle tug, and the silk-thin fabric fell off.
“Ah…” she exclaimed softly, quickly bending down.
However, in doing so, a pair of snow-white peaks fell to his lips. He opened his mouth, biting through the fabric.
“Oh…”
She squealed again, struggling like a small cat being forcefully restrained. No matter how she wriggled, she couldn’t escape the wolf’s teeth.
As he leaned back, she pounced onto his body, her soft and young form pressed against his chest. His fingertips wandered and slid over her back until reaching her buttocks.
She gasped, and he opened her legs, making her straddle his lower abdomen. Her eyes widened, then quickly closed. This posture made her want to faint from embarrassment.
“Come on, be more proactive.”
He swept his hand, pressed her to lie on his chest, cupping her hips, and slowly and deliberately pushed inside.
The process was still painful, inch by inch, tearing through her tightness and tenderness, making her involuntarily whimper.
“It hurts…”
“Endure it, my good Amy.”
He pressed her waist, whispering in her ear. That tenderness might make people believe it was an illusion, that this was a man deeply in love with her. Just as she started to relax a bit, he suddenly flipped her over, putting her underneath him, and began a vigorous collision. Each time was forceful and heavy…
Amy felt like she was thrown onto a small boat amidst stormy waves, unable to find a direction, only tightly gripping his fingers, letting him push her toward indescribable peaks…
When everything quieted down.
She fell asleep again.
That night, he took her three times until she had no strength to make a sound.
When she woke up, it was already bright daylight. The warm sun streamed in through the glass window, caressing her body.
Turning over, the side was empty; Lucas was not there!
Outside, car horns sounded. She got dressed and went out, only to see Mark standing by the car, hands on the door, smiling as he watched her.
“Madam, Mr. Smith asked me to take you to the airport.”
“The airport?” Amy was a bit at a loss.
“Yes, Mr. Smith rushed to France. Madam, please return first.”
Mark opened the door, gesturing politely. Another assistant came in, packing her things and locking the wooden house.
Amy could only get in the car. As it left the small lake, she turned to look at the wooden house. The wind rustled through the leaves, the beautiful scenery gradually receded, everything seemed like…
She even doubted if there was a person named Lucas!
Someone met her at the airport, handed her the keys to Tranquil Manor, and a car key, then left. Amy dragged her suitcase, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Had she gotten married or sold herself? Lucas appeared in haste, gave her two nights of joy, and then disappeared without a trace. She didn’t even know how to find him. What was his purpose? Seeking the thrill of a game, or… she couldn’t think of any reliable explanations…
Back home for a month, Amy lived alone in Tranquil Manor.
While Lucas’s appearance felt like a dream, Tranquil Manor was undeniably real.