Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Come Here
The atmosphere was heating up.

Familiar darkness and a familiar scent enveloped Emily. Satan, the newcomer, lingered ambiguously near her ear and neck, "Speak."

Emily's whole body felt hot. She turned her head to avoid his hot, moist lips, "What do you want from me in return?"

"Hehe," Mr. Satan chuckled lightly, his large hand covering her abdomen, sending shivers through her body. He nibbled on her earlobe, blowing into her ear, "You know."

What Emily couldn't stand the most was his way of speaking.

They hadn't done anything, just hugged and talked, but she was already horny.

Mr. Satan's husky voice came from behind, then her body lightened as he lifted her, heading straight for the bathroom.

Mr. Satan's lovemaking today was rougher than usual, as if he wanted to possess her completely. He held her waist firmly, thrusting into her, commanding her, "Look at me."

In the darkness, Emily, softly moaning, was forced to look into his eyes, feeling his thrusts. She felt like she was not only engulfed in the physical pleasure but also drowning in his deep eyes.

She had no resistance to this man, only obedience, feeling him, loving him.

When he finally finished this intense lovemaking and carried her out of the bathroom, Emily was too exhausted to lift her arms. She lay in his arms, letting him manipulate her.

Mr. Satan sat with her on the bed, her back against his chest, gently drying her hair with a towel.

Emily had very beautiful hair, soft, shiny, and straight, like a piece of fine satin, the strands weaving through his fingertips, making him reluctant to let go.

With her eyes closed, leaning against his chest, Emily fell asleep unknowingly, her long and thick eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks like a small fan.

The starlight and moonlight poured in, his nose catching the lingering scent of shower gel on her body, refreshing and clean.

Suddenly feeling a bit warm on her scalp, Emily, half-awake, opened her eyes to find Mr. Satan blow-drying her hair.

She quickly sat up, "I can do it myself..."

Mr. Satan pressed her shoulder, pulling her back into his arms.

"Be good, lie down and rest if you're tired."

Emily didn't dare to move much, letting him gently play with her hair, blow-drying it.

"Mr. Satan..."

"Hmm?"

"I'll blow dry your hair later, too."

Mr. Satan chuckled softly, "My hair's short, it's already dry."

Emily felt a bit embarrassed, biting her lip, staying silent for a while.

Today, she hadn't cooked dinner for Mr. Satan, nor had she had time to do his laundry. Instead, she let him serve her, and Emily felt a bit guilty.