"He’s right outside the door, isn’t it fun?" Atlas Hallow turned Charlotte Miller’s body, making her face the office door, tightly pressed, then one hand holding her waist, and the other hand undoing his belt...
The sound of the metal buckle opening was particularly piercing between their heavy breaths, and the next second, Charlotte helplessly bit her arm, her entire body seemingly about to burst apart, overwhelmed by a mix of numbness, pain, and a sour tingle that stimulated all her senses.
"Are you afraid he’ll hear?" Atlas leaned over Charlotte, his solid chest pressed against her tender back, as the buttons of his shirt scraped her back with each thrust, leaving several red marks.
He held Charlotte’s waist with one hand, breathing heavily with excitement, and undid his shirt buttons with the other. When his hot chest pressed against her back, Charlotte’s legs began to weaken, like a piece of butter left in the sun, about to melt...
An hour, seeming like a second, yet also like a century...
Charlotte never imagined that one day an hour of her life would be spent this way.
"Next time lock the door, it won’t be just an hour, I’ll make you stand all night..." This kind of minor punishment in contrast to various other punishments was evidently the one he found most satisfactory.
Her legs trembled, and she almost half-walked, half-crawled into Atlas’s resting room.
Looking like this, there’s no way she can face anyone, not even Ethan Baird, a friend she knows so well. Perhaps it is precisely because of their familiarity that she feels even more ashamed to face him; Ethan probably guesses something just happened in Atlas’s office.
The sprawling office still carries that persistent musk scent, an ambiguous breath of desire lingering everywhere, such a smell that even she can’t help but feel her face flush and her heart race.
But Atlas casually picked up the few crumpled tissues from the ground and tossed them into the wastebasket, then fastened his clothes, donned his suit, and sat on the sofa, watching her scramble into his resting room.
One has to admit this man understands human nature deeply. If he beat her, or if they had a cold war like married couples do, none of those things would frighten her, but this kind of punishment indeed makes her feel alarmed and fearful.
On one hand, her body experienced extreme pleasure, while on the other, it made her feel an immense sense of shame.
He used his body to tame her mind, ensuring that whenever she interacts with Ethan in the future, she would recall today’s scenario—that damn bastard...
An hour later, Ethan Baird leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window outside, watching the people coming and going below. It had been a long time since he returned; even his brother and his mother had never returned to this city after his sister disappeared.
He dared not recall the past.
No one can imagine how heartbroken the Baird Family was, to the point of moving their entire household away and disappearing from this city?
How much sorrow must there be to make the father regretfully pass away within over ten years and leave the mother bedridden for years?
Oh little sweetheart of the Baird Family, are you still at the bottom of the sea?