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Her blue-and-white dress was torn and filthy, revealing a pair of pale, slender legs. Her delicate feet had been cut, blood staining her soft skin. And when he noticed the unnatural flush on her face, his frown deepened.
Without a word, he bent down and scooped her into his arms.
A faint scent of cool pine enveloped Laura, making her feel both cold and safe.
Shaun placed her in the passenger seat and shut the door.
Then, leaning lazily against the car, he slowly rolled up his sleeves and unfastened his watch – a limited-edition piece worth millions.
Glancing at the three burly kidnappers who had chased after her, he asked, “Did you drug her?”
His voice was low, calm – but chilling to the bone.
…
Ten minutes later, Shaun slid into the driver’s seat. His black dress shirt, now stained with blood, was stripped off and tossed out the window.
Under the dim light, his lean, muscular torso was fully exposed – each ridge of his abs distinct, the smooth lines tapering down to a narrow waist, disappearing beneath his black dress pants.
In the passenger seat, Laura had her eyes shut, her forehead damp with sweat. Her lips were slightly parted, teeth sinking into the soft flesh.
He studied her for a long moment, his gaze unreadable. Then, pulling out his phone, he made a call.
“In half an hour, come to the Westhaven villa. Bring medicine.”
On the other end of the line was Xavier Hathaway – Havenbrook’s top private hospital director and Shaun’s longtime friend.
Hearing the demand, Xavier groaned in frustration.
“My dear Mr. Floyd, even if I were a street racer, the drive from Havenbrook to Westhaven takes at least two hours! What do you expect me to do, pull out Doraemon’s magic door?”
Shaun’s lips curled into a lazy smirk. “Isn’t that what your private jet is for?”
Xavier was stunned. Who the hell is important enough for Shaun to summon me with a plane?
I’m like those doctors in movies – the ones who serve the most mysterious and wealthy men. You know, always at their service, ready for anything.
Shaun hung up without another word.
Gripping the steering wheel, he turned the car around. The Porsche sped down the empty road like a flash of lightning.
Soon, they arrived at a luxurious white villa by the sea.
Just as Shaun put the car in park, something soft and sweet suddenly pressed against him.
Laura, her eyes hazy with desire, felt like she was being consumed by waves of heat.
She was burning up. The thin strap of her dress had slipped off her shoulder, revealing the smooth, round curve beneath. Without hesitation, she climbed over the center console and straddled him, her slender fingers roaming across his bare chest.
In the confined space of the Porsche, the air grew thick with tension.
Shaun’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He caught her by the waist with one hand, his other gripping her delicate chin.
He forced her to meet his dark, smoldering eyes. His voice was husky, almost a growl. “Laura, do you even know who I am?”
Laura’s mind was muddled, but a shadow of recognition lingered.
She laughed – a slow, sultry smile, the corners of her eyes tilting up in a way that was irresistibly seductive.
She was like a ripe, juicy peach, begging to be tasted.
Hooking her arms around his neck, she nuzzled against him, her soft face rubbing against his skin.
“Shaun Floyd… I’m so hot. I can’t take it anymore. Help me… please?”
With that, her lips brushed against his Adam’s apple, trailing upward before finally pressing against his lips.
Her kisses were messy and unpracticed, but they ignited something in him.
Shaun’s eyes darkened as he gazed at the flushed woman in his arms. Desire flickered in his stare, a deep storm swirling beneath the surface.
His warm palm slid up her smooth back, stroking her slowly and giving off a dangerous yet irresistible vibe.
“Laura,” his voice was low and deliberate, “are you sure you won’t regret this?”
Laura shook her head, her voice trembling.
“No regrets… I just want to make Jake regret.”
Shaun’s brows arched. “Oh? Still thinking about him?”
His hands stilled.
Laura whimpered at the sudden lack of touch, her body aching, desperate.
She looked up at him with misty eyes, lips slightly pouting, her expression heartbreakingly fragile. “No… no one else. There’s no one else anymore.”
Jake no longer existed in her heart.
Shaun’s fingers resumed their slow, teasing caress. His voice dropped into a dark whisper. “Beg me.”
Laura didn’t know how – she only knew she needed relief.
Her eyes pleaded, her entire being trembling with longing. “Shaun, I’m begging you… take me.”
Shaun’s lips curled into a wicked smile. As a reward, he gave her a teasing kiss, murmuring against her lips, “So sweet.”
Laura instinctively licked her dry lips, her breath warm as she leaned closer, whispering into his ear.
“I want to give you my first time.”
Shaun’s eyes flashed with something unreadable before a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Alright. I’ll take it.”
With that, he flipped the dynamic, seizing control. His strong hand cradled the back of her neck as he crushed his lips against hers.
This kiss was nothing like the first – this one was deep, urgent, utterly consuming. He plundered every last bit of sweetness from her lips, leaving her breathless and dazed.
Laura felt like she was drowning, sinking deeper into the waves.
Her body instinctively pressed against his, craving more.
A heated current surged through Shaun’s veins. For once, his usual self-restraint was shattered.
Soon, discarded clothing littered the car. Her dress. His pants.
And through the fogged-up windows, shadows entwined in passionate chaos.
…
Hours later, Shaun stared at the faint traces of blood on his pants, his eyes dark and unreadable.
Lifting Laura into his arms, he draped his suit jacket over her, covering her completely.
Carrying her inside the villa, he headed straight to the bedroom.
After thoroughly satisfying himself, Shaun was in a rare, patient mood. He carefully cleaned her up, dried her hair, and tucked her beneath the silk sheets.
In the living room, Xavier lounged lazily on the sofa, flipping through a magazine.
When Shaun finally emerged – shirt replaced with a printed one, two buttons undone at the collar – Xavier’s gaze landed on the lipstick stain at his collarbone.
Cherry red. Stark and obvious.
He checked the time. It was already 10 p.m.
He had been waiting there for five hours.
Xavier clicked his tongue.
“Shaun, good thing this is a private resort. Otherwise, with how your million-dollar car’s been rocking for hours, people might’ve thought there was an earthquake.”
Shaun shot Xavier a cold, cutting glance.
He walked to the liquor cabinet, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, poured himself a full glass, and downed it in one go. The burn of the alcohol finally cleared the lingering heat from the night’s indulgence.
Xavier clicked his tongue teasingly. “Well, well… looks like someone finally got lucky. Guess my stash of meds is useless now, huh? So, who’s the woman that managed to tame our untouchable Bossman?”
Xavier was dying of curiosity.
Shaun was infamous in the business world for being ruthless and cold-hearted. He was decisive, merciless, and always in control. But in their private circle, he was different from other wealthy man like Xavier.
Xavier enjoyed unwinding with drinks, actresses, and high-end escorts. If they found someone they liked, a little cash was nothing for a night of pleasure.
