Sophie Sullivan shook her head fiercely—a silent refusal.
"Not yet?" Thomas Shannon’s eyebrow tips lifted slightly, his eyes, their color tinged with a flickering desire.
"Mhm!" Sophie Sullivan nodded firmly.
Downstairs, she was purely trying to anger Amelia Shaw. She had no intention of offering herself, truly letting Thomas Shannon, that beast, have her.
"That’s just perfect. I’ll help you." Thomas Shannon was particularly enthusiastic about helping her with her bath. He completely abandoned the lofty demeanor of an arrogant noble young master, instead voluntarily rolling up his sleeves and approaching the bathtub.
"Thomas Shannon, don’t you know it’s inadvisable to exercise immediately after rice?" Sophie Sullivan placed both her hands over her chest, trying her utmost to extend the available length of time.
Thomas Shannon released Harry, walked to the edge of the bathtub, and looked down at her from his superior height. "Your reminder is unnecessary."
Sophie Sullivan was rendered speechless.
He really is a beast!
Both his hands plunged into the water. Reaching for her delicate body hidden beneath the foam, his hands began to explore it all over.
"Hey, Thomas Shannon!" Sophie Sullivan’s body thrashed about as she frantically dodged his salacious hands. Her movements grew wilder, and a good deal of the splashed water landed on his shirt. Even Harry, who was nearby, was innocently splashed all over with water. It shook its fur, flicking the water off.
Thomas Shannon turned his head and said to Harry, "Harry, out."
Harry’s tail drooped. It slowly turned, took a few steps, and then glanced back.
"Maniac, you don’t need to worry at all about what you said—that a spring night is too short—I’ll satisfy you."
She had clearly only said that to anger Amelia Shaw, yet he actually took it seriously! Was she really that desperate?
Under the lamplight, her skin, so fair it was almost dazzling, glowed with a dewy sheen like the finest snow, carrying a silent invitation and allure. Her red lips were slightly parted, her beautiful eyes glistening with moisture. That seemingly delicate, slightly petulant expression stirred in one a fierce urge to pin her down and thoroughly ravish her.
Seeing her frown from the pain, he said in a hoarse voice, "You asked for this."
As soon as his voice faded, Sophie Sullivan was abruptly yanked out of the water by a strong force. Her body slammed into a hard embrace. Before a cry could escape her, her red lips were sealed by his thin lips. His agile tongue swiftly invaded, conquering new ground... It swept through her oral cavity, plundering and occupying it wantonly.
The temperature gradually rose, becoming fiery hot.
No longer a virgin, Sophie Sullivan had tasted the flavor of desire.
"Heh." With a low chuckle, Thomas Shannon bent down, swept her up horizontally in his arms, and carried her directly into the shower room.
Water cascaded down from the showerhead, rinsing the foam from Sophie Sullivan’s body and, at the same time, drenching Thomas Shannon’s clothes. He paid no heed, pressing her against the wall and lowering his head to kiss her deeply...
Afterward, Sophie Sullivan lay exhausted on the bed, already deeply asleep.
Thomas Shannon leaned against the head of the bed and lit a post-coital cigarette. His handsome face, shrouded in swirling smoke, seemed to shift between reality and illusion. His tightly furrowed brow never relaxed. It was as if a trace of melancholy clung to him, refusing to depart.
There was a knock on the bedroom door.
Thomas Shannon, cigarette dangling from his lips, donned his sleep gown and got out of bed. The bedroom door opened. Charlie River stood outside, his expression serious. "Young Master..."
He seemed to want to speak but hesitated, as if wary of something.