"Hurry, go after her! She won't get away!"
"Help, help me..."
Caitlin Atkinson was feeling her whole body ablaze. She tried so hard to keep awake, but when she got a chance, she stumbled and pushed open the door to Suite 605 of the presidential suite. She collapsed onto the bed.
In the dimly lit room, the man's labored breathing sounded unnaturally distinct.
"Get out!"
Shit! There was someone on the bed!
Caitlin was taken aback, but the sounds of pursuers outside threw her into panic. She could only plead, "No! Please, don't kick me out..."
If she were taken away by those scumbags, she'd undoubtedly be tortured to the point of preferring death!
She threw herself onto the man, tightly encircling his sturdy waist, and pleaded, "Please, save me. I don't want to be taken by those people..."
"GET LOST!"
The man's voice was low and gruff.
Tonight was a total mistake! He was drunk and let his guard down, so he didn't expect he would be drugged. Now he was in a total mess.
His patience had reached its limit, but this woman was still clinging to him!
Caitlin's rationality was on the verge of collapse, and the man before her was her only lifeline; she wouldn't let go, no matter what he said!
"Please, save me just this once..."
She begged with a tearful voice, and her tearful plea sounded like a helpless kitten.
This voice, like the last straw, tightened the man's lower abdomen. It completely erased his reason!
"Fine, it's too late to regret now!"
In a dizzying moment, Caitlin found herself pinned beneath the man, and the next second, came the tearing pain!
"Ah!"
Caitlin screamed in pain, tears streaming down her face. She struggled to push the man off, but it was like a gnat shaking a tree.
"Damn it, virgin?"
The man cursed in a low voice, then softened his tone, attempting to console her.
"Good girl, I will take responsibility."
Tears rolled down Caitlin's cheeks. Never having experienced such a thing, she felt like a small boat on the sea, rising and falling with the man's thrust...
In the pitch-black night, with blurry teary eyes, she couldn't see the man's face clearly, only his strong silhouette.
When she buried her face in his neck, and she vaguely saw a tattoo.
After passionate sex, Sean Osborn was finally satisfied. He lowered his head to look at the pale face of the woman beneath him, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.
He never liked women getting close to him, especially when he was not sober at all.
But this woman was an exception; he knew the madness just now wasn't just because of the drug; it was this woman's body that enchanted him, even the mole on her shoulder was so charming.
At this moment, a respectful knocking sounded from outside the door.
Sean lifted the blanket off the bed, quickly put on his clothes, and opened the door.
"Sir, our people are here, but the enemies are tough. We need you to leave first!"
Sean turned his head to look at the woman on the bed, as a frightened bird huddled in a corner.
Seeing this, his voice unconsciously softened."Have someone stay here, don't let anyone take her away, not even her... is allowed to leave."
"Yes, we will assign more people to guard here."
He barely tasted the sweetness of the woman and didn't have time to savor it, Sean felt a bit annoyed.
He originally wanted to take a look at her face, but the woman was now sound asleep. He didn't want to disturb her and could only leave first.
Before leaving, Sean glanced at Caitlin's half-face buried in the blanket and unexpectedly found a room number among her scattered clothes. He picked it up and read it softly.
"Mauhold Residence, No. 234."
He smirked, "Wait for me."
After the man left, Caitlin suddenly woke up, fear flickering in her eyes.
Her mind was chaotic, and the first thought that flashed through her mind was to go home.
Half an hour later, when Sean's men arrived, the room was already empty, with only a bright red stain on the white bedsheet...