Felix Shaw said slowly, "It seems... I haven't satisfied you," his alluring eyes narrowing dangerously, "Fine, let's continue. I have plenty of energy, and I promise to meet your satisfaction!"
As he finished speaking, his thin lips pressed down, blocking out Mia Foster's resistance as he kissed her again...
By the time they were done, the light outside the window had dimmed. The satisfied man got off the bed but didn't rush to shower. Instead, he sat on the couch and lit a cigarette for himself. A pure white pillow covered the area that had just been lording over, and beads of sweat still adorned the exposed upper part of his skin.
Sitting cross-legged, he looked at the woman on the bed, and Felix Shaw's lips curled with satisfaction.
It took Mia Foster a long time to calm down before she got up from the bed, feeling like she had fought a hard battle, utterly exhausted. Her arms were still bound, and every slight movement brought a wave of soreness.
