Catherine had never thought she would have such needs before. Yet every time she faced Shaun, she seemed easily ignited.
"Shaun Hill, go away..."
She pushed and refused him.
"Kiss me, Cathy. You smell so good. I like you so much H
Shaun's husky voice echoed in her ears, putting her into a daze each time.
She knew that the man's words could not be trusted, but his voice always had such magical power.
By the time she realized that she had fallen into a trap, it was already too late.
It was already 10:00 a.m. when it was quiet again.
As soon as Catherine came back to her senses, she almost broke down.
She wanted to persist for a week.
It had only been a day... and she had lost that persistence.
She wanted to cry as she looked at the man beside her.
"You lied to me. I hate you." She was so angry that she bit him on the shoulder.
Shaun did not move and allowed her to bite him. Even when she drew blood, he just caressed her head. "Good girl. As long as you can relieve your anger, you can bite me for as long as you want.”
Catherine then smelt the scent of blood, and she really wanted nothing more than to rip his flesh off.
However, she could not bring herself to do so.
Seeing her lying motionlessly, Shaun chuckled and picked her up. "I'll take you to the bath."
"No. I can go by myself." Catherine blushed and hurriedly struggled.
"Are you sure you can walk?" Shaun raised his eyebrows.
Catherine was speechless.
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