However, she was confined by Poe Vaughn, still on this exceedingly narrow washbasin.
There was no retreating backward, and in front was his body, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, trapping her in his world, no matter how she tried to escape.
And he acted swiftly, and as it happened, she was wearing a dress today, so quickly, Ava Sterling felt a chill below.
Then, in her struggle, she was swiftly enveloped by a blazing heat, almost giving her no ti to breathe, rendering her fully under his control.
Unable to resist, Ava Sterling let out a small sound of discomfort, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
Ava Sterling bit her lip, her face flushed as she glared at the person in front of her.
He was too overbearing!
If he wanted, she had no ability to resist at all.
She was sowhat angry, but she couldn’t truly be angry at the mont, as he gripped her waist, pressing her tightly against him, their bodies glued together, her body engrossed in his embrace, completely dominated by him as he occupied her body forcefully.
In such a situation, Ava Sterling couldn’t withstand it, her nails digging into his shoulder blades, her long hair quickly cascading, swaying in the mirror and the sound of running water...
The housekeeper went to the kitchen to serve the al for the two and then went upstairs to the storage room to get so winter clothes for Poe Vaughn.
The house had a dedicated storage room, and within it, there was a specific walk-in wardrobe to hang Poe Vaughn’s off-season clothes. This walk-in wardrobe wasn’t small; it was large, even larger than the wardrobe in the bedroom.
The housekeeper knew Poe Vaughn wanted Ava Sterling to pack his luggage, so she only took out the clothes and pants, placing them in the bedroom, waiting for Ava Sterling to pack Poe Vaughn’s luggage after dinner.
After everything was placed, she went downstairs, ready to go back to the kitchen to clean up.
However, upon descending, she noticed the untouched food on the dining table, with no sign of Ava Sterling and Poe Vaughn.
The housekeeper was puzzled.
Where were the sir and madam?
She looked all around, not seeing any sign of the two, but at the entrance, their shoes were there, undisturbed.
Obviously, they hadn’t left; they were at ho.
But where were they?
The housekeeper stood on the staircase, carefully observing the house, contemplating where they might be, and proceeded further down.
However, as soon as she stepped off the stairs, she heard a peculiar sound.
It was faint, suppressed, coming from sowhere.
The housekeeper paused, glancing towards the bathroom at the corner, its door closed, obscuring any interior view, yet faint noises could be heard from within.
In an instant, the housekeeper understood.
She imdiately averted her gaze, tiptoeing quietly out of the villa.
In the bathroom, the sound of running water flowed; Ava Sterling hadn’t turned it off, nor had Poe Vaughn, and this flowing sound seed to unsettle anyone who heard it even more.
Ava Sterling initially retained so rationality, but soon lost it all, embracing Poe Vaughn, going wild with him.
The dress slipped off, and the shoes soon followed suit, falling to the ground. The bathroom door closed, seemingly shutting out everything outside, allowing them to do as they pleased.
The outside light gradually waned, and ti ticked away amidst the heat...
Quentin Quinn arrived at the villa precisely at 7:10 when his car pulled up at the villa’s entrance.
He sat in the car, lifted his arm to glance at his watch, and then sat back comfortably, waiting.
The driver did the sa.
At this mont, the villa gates were wide open, yet inside, there was no movent, no sound.
It seed as if there was no one inside.
But at that precise mont.
In the first-floor bathroom.
The flas in the bathroom were crackling fiercely, every sound turning burning, swift, and rapid.
Ava Sterling clung to Poe Vaughn, drenched in layers of sweat, her once-neat long hair now slightly tousled.
Her body was limp beyond recognition; had Poe Vaughn not held her, she would have long collapsed to the ground.
Yet, even like this, she didn’t feel any better.
He seed to know the following days would not allow such mischief, so when he could, he pushed her to the limit, and Ava Sterling simply couldn’t bear it.
And here, at Green Hills Villa, not The Kestrel Apartnts, with the housekeeper at ho, she had to endure, unable to cry out.
Yet, he seed to do it deliberately, wanting her to scream, and when she couldn’t bear it, she bit down on his shoulder. She felt miserable and wasn’t going to let him off easy.
Poe Vaughn’s eyes narrowed, his actions towards Ava Sterling growing ever more intense.
Like this, wave after wave of overwhelming tides battered Ava Sterling, quick and fierce, leaving her no room to defend.
All she could do was to hold onto a sliver of consciousness, refraining from indulging with him and making too much noise.
Otherwise, it would be very embarrassing.
Ti silently passed, and how long this "torture" lasted was a mystery, as Ava Sterling lost track of ti, feeling as if Poe Vaughn’s tornt was dragging her towards death, ready to follow the Grim Reaper at any mont.
But just as Death was about to claim her, Poe Vaughn finally stopped.
Ava Sterling’s body instantly turned to jelly, held by Poe Vaughn as she sat on the washbasin, her body utterly limp against his, unable to support herself at all.
He held her, pulling her close, ensuring she wouldn’t fall, still within his world, encircled by him.
Ava Sterling, released montarily from Death’s grasp, could finally breathe again.
Her chest rose and fell in his embrace, her breath warm on his shoulder and neck, and her lips parted, her face red as a beet, her long lashes fluttering uncontrollably.
Every ti she’s with him, she feels like she’s on the brink of death.
And now, she feels as if she’s escaped a narrow death.
The fiercely burning fire between the two finally ceased as they both halted, no longer burning. Ava Sterling leaned against Poe Vaughn’s shoulder and neck, gasping for breath.
Poe Vaughn too.
He held her, leaning against the washbasin, his ragged breathing brushing against her shoulder and back, making her skin burn.
Both were now still, silent, not continuing, with only their breaths remaining unsteady.
The intense flas in the bathroom gradually dimd in their tranquility and slowly stabilized.
As the atmosphere settled, and their breaths seed to steady.
At this point, Ava Sterling’s consciousness finally began to return. She opened her eyes, looked at the light outside the window, and then nurous images flashed across her mind.
mories returned...
And she felt the agony...
What ti was it now? How long had he been tornting her?
She had class in the evening...
Ava Sterling felt the urge to cry, feeling he did this on purpose, knowing she couldn’t refuse him, thus pushing her to madness with him.
Now, the result of their frenzy might an that she would be late for her evening class.
Ava Sterling wanted to curse him, to get angry, but she dared not move.
He was still inside her, hadn’t left.
If she dared to move, it would be troubling.
She strove to suppress her emotions, to calm, calm, calm down, then whispered, "Let’s stop for today, we’ll continue when you return."
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