Chapter 2: Sold (2)
Suddenly, her small hand tugged at his shirt.
The woman, who had been lying motionless on the bed, clung to his shirt and climbed up, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
A soft voice followed immediately after:
"Hot… so hot… I need…"
What a shameless woman!
Lee Noah was about to pull her off when he felt a sudden tension in his body.
The desire he had barely suppressed moments ago came surging back with a vengeance.
Damn it!
Could it be that he had been without a woman for too long?
The self-control he had always taken pride in was effortlessly shattered by this woman.
Furious, Lee Noah roughly pried her hands away and forcefully flung her backward.
Yet the woman refused to give up. As if suddenly energized, she scrambled back and latched onto his arm with surprising speed.
Her soft, pleading voice rose again.
"Please… I'm begging you…"
She clung to his arm, shaking it gently. Her delicate hands pressed against his palm, sending waves of heat through him.
The desire within him swelled uncontrollably, surging stronger and stronger, like a flood seeking to break free.
The woman tried to say more, but with a startled "Ah!" she lost her balance and fell backward.
Lee Noah stumbled as well, losing his footing and collapsing onto the bed.
On the soft mattress, the woman ended up pinned beneath him.
"It hurts… so much…" she whimpered, tears streaming as she cried softly.
The faint, sweet scent of her lips drifted into his nose, drawing him closer by instinct.
So soft—so much softer than he had imagined.
The woman stopped crying and weakly tried to push him away, only to wrap her arms around his back moments later.
She responded to his kiss, her body pressing against his with an almost desperate fervor.
Lee Noah felt like he was about to explode, his body screaming for release.
Without an ounce of tenderness, he reached out and ripped the thin strap of her nightdress.
…
Even Lee Noah himself couldn't remember how many times he took her that night.
She was like a flower drenched in honey, and he, the relentless bee, unwilling to let go of her sweetness.
The night grew darker, and in its shroud of shadows, they could see nothing of each other.
Over and over, he murmured a familiar name, "Camila…"
His movements became even more feverish, consumed by the thought of the woman in his heart.
The woman beneath him, however, could no longer endure such fierce passion. Her head lolled to the side, and she passed out.
Only when Lee Noah had fully satisfied himself did he finally rise from the bed.
Ten minutes later, freshly showered and dressed, he stepped out of the bathroom.
Casting a brief glance at the faint silhouette on the bed, illuminated by the first light of dawn, he smirked faintly and left the room without hesitation.
Morning sunlight streamed in, carried by a gentle breeze. It spilled into the room, casting its glow on the bed, where a woman's fair, jade-like body lay exposed.
Bruises dotted her skin, forming a stark contrast against her smooth, delicate complexion.
Jiang Sophia struggled to roll onto her side, her petite, porcelain-like face wrinkling in pain as her brows knitted tightly together.
Her lips, swollen and tender, parted slightly as she let out a faint groan.
"It hurts…"
Yes, her entire body felt as if it had been shattered, as though she had been run over by a car repeatedly through the night.
What… happened to her?
Slowly, she opened her crystalline eyes, her long lashes fluttering like feathery brushes against her lids. They cast delicate shadows over her pale cheeks.
As her eyes adjusted to the sunlight streaming in, she gasped softly, noticing the decor of the room.
It was the same sky-blue color as her own room—but everything else was different.
No, this wasn't her room!
Though the space was bathed in the familiar sky-blue hues, from the walls to the floor and curtains, the room was significantly larger—several times larger, in fact.
The furnishings were luxurious and elegant, nothing she could ever afford.
This was definitely not her room!