He exuded a silent yet immense aura. Callie’s fear peaked at this moment, and all her well-prepared words vanished.
It was too sudden; she didn’t know how to react.
“… You’re back…” Callie finally found a sliver of sanity and spoke softly.
The next second, the man exerted force, pressing her down beneath him. Callie let out a light gasp, her hands against his chest, muscles tense.
The man’s gaze was somewhat playful. He buried his head in her neck and finally spoke, “When did you get here?”
Callie’s heart was restless. “Didn’t you know?”
“If I hadn’t come back today, were you planning to wait like this?”
Warm breath lightly brushed her delicate ear, slightly tickling.
“I said I would wait for you…”
Nelson was slightly moved.
“Socializing took too long and delayed me,” he explained.
He remembered when he returned to the villa not long ago, the servant on duty told him that his wife had been waiting for him for a long time.
When he pushed open the master bedroom door, Callie curled up at the edge of the bed was already asleep. She slept quietly, occupying only a small corner. Her black hair spread out, and her porcelain-white face had a hint of pink.
At that moment, Nelson’s previously restless heart found its home. The words he wanted to use to wake her stopped in his throat. He stepped back, sat beside her, and quietly observed her under a small lamp.
She seemed to be dreaming. Her chest suddenly heaved, and her lips moved slightly, whispering something.
Nelson leaned in to listen and was shocked. She was saying, “Nelson…”
So he understood her feelings.
Callie had a certain pride but wasn’t stubborn. She knew how to bow her head and find the perfect solution. She was more beautiful than flowers and touched people’s hearts in subtle ways.
That was enough. Nelson thought as he pressed down on Callie.
Her taking this step was her showing weakness, hitting his soft spot perfectly. At this point, he wouldn’t make things difficult for her anymore.
The man’s kisses fell on her lips, shoulders, and neck, easily igniting her cold body into a burning heat. He expertly tore off her outer clothing. Callie couldn’t understand his tactics and suppressed a moan, “I have something to tell you…”
Unbeknownst to her, this kitten-like sound only fueled the man’s desire.
Nelson’s hand paused for a moment but only for a moment before igniting fires again. “Keep whatever you want to say to yourself. If you say it out loud, I can’t guarantee I’ll be gentle.”
In other words: If you don’t want to suffer tonight, don’t speak.
Callie wasn’t a stubborn woman; she knew the game well and stopped resisting.
The sound of tearing clothes brought Callie’s mind back. She suddenly remembered something and opened her eyes wide. Nelson was quicker, propping himself up slightly and leisurely examining her attire. His eyes deepened as he looked at her with a half-smile, “Callie, did you come dressed like this to talk to a dangerous man like me?”
The last two words had an upward inflection.
Callie was only wearing a black silk slip dress underneath, barely covering anything. Under the dim yellow light, her porcelain-white skin was alluring, and the close-fitting garment made one’s blood boil.
It stirred emotions, desires, and hearts.
Callie’s face turned so red it could drip blood. Knowing there was no escape, she turned her head away in silent resistance.