Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 8

Pampered By Billionaires After Being Betrayed
Chapter 8 What Will Satisfy You
Under Emily's palm was his broad and powerful chest, and she could even feel his heartbeat.

In the darkness, Emily couldn't see his face.

But she could feel that this man was tall and well-built, with a sturdy and well-proportioned figure, and his breath was starting to become heavy.

"But...at least let me know who you are?"

"You'll know, but not now," Mr. Satan's kiss intensified slightly, lingering at the corner of her lips, "Sorry, I got too excited last night and accidentally hurt you."

His breath was too hot, and Emily gradually lost her strength to struggle, her head feeling dizzy and heavy. Yet, her last bit of rationality still resisted, "I don't know who you are, how can we fulfill our contract? What if I mistake someone else for you..."

"It won't happen," Satan's voice was enticing, "You're my woman, and no one dares to touch you."

A night of passionate lovemaking.

When Emily woke up, Mr. Satan was nowhere to be found in the room.

Everything from last night felt like a dream—confusing yet fiery. But the marks of their lovemaking on her body made it clear that it wasn't just a dream.

Mr. Satan was real, and she had truly sold herself.

Ten minutes later, Olivia arrived, handing her a box of pills. "Here are the contraceptives you asked me to bring. Do you need water?"

Emily shook her head and swallowed the pill directly.

Hospital tests had revealed her fallopian tubes were blocked, making pregnancy impossible, but she took precautions anyway.

She and Mr. Satan had slept together twice, and it wasn't her safe period. To prevent any accidents, she had Olivia bring her contraceptives.

Olivia, upon hearing this, furrowed her brows. "My goodness, is this Mr. Satan some kind of man with special fetishes?"

Emily looked up at her and shook her head. "No, he's young, around Nathan's age."

Olivia looked even more puzzled. "Then I really can't figure out why he would do this."

Emily's mind was in a mess, and there was a faint bitter taste from the pill in her mouth.

"Hey, what does he look like?"

Emily frowned. "Too dark to see clearly."

"How about his physique?"

Emily recalled last night—his strong and powerful arms, broad chest, slender waist, and his strong legs during lovemaking...

"His body is quite good."

Olivia chuckled. "I only asked about his physique, why are you blushing?"

"I'm not..."

"No need to deny it," Olivia continued, scrolling through the text messages. "He seems quite wealthy too, offering you five million just like that. Looks like he really likes you."