Chapter 9 Descent

I had just opened the door when a hand shot out from inside, yanked me in, and slammed me against the door.

The room was pitch black. As I tried to make out anything in the darkness, my body started to shake, and I felt a bit freaked out. But then I caught a whiff of Howard's familiar scent, and somehow, I felt a weird sense of calm.

He leaned in close, nibbled on my collarbone, and then fumbled around until he found my lips. His warm tongue slipped into my mouth, catching me off guard, and I awkwardly tried to kiss him back.

My hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, my legs around his waist, and I clung to him like my life depended on it. Then, I felt one of his hands slide under my shirt, wandering all over the place.

I tightened my legs without thinking, feeling his hard-on pressing against me. He started to take off my clothes, his hot lips trailing down, kissing every inch of my skin.

When my almost naked back hit the cold door, I couldn't help but shiver. It suddenly hit me that we were just a door away from the hallway.

Worried someone might walk by and hear us, I hooked my arms around his neck and whispered, "Not here, let's go to the bed."

Howard didn't say a word, just kept kissing me while lifting me up. He laid me down on the soft bed, and his tall frame immediately pressed down on me.

I nervously tried to close my legs, but he slipped between them first.

He whispered in my ear, "Relax, this should be fun." He then stripped off his own clothes, spread my legs, and entered me.

Howard was really good at this. Under his lead, I gradually let go, forgetting all my worries for a while. With seemingly endless stamina, he made love to me over and over again that night.

I didn't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, it was already broad daylight. Howard was lying next to me, his deep eyes fixed on me. He was really handsome, with a high nose bridge, a chiseled jawline, and a pair of eyes that could melt even the coldest heart.

"Awake? Breakfast is over there, grab something to eat." He said, sitting up first.

I noticed Howard was already dressed.

Seeing a set of clean women's clothes by the bed, I asked, "Are these for me?"

Howard raised an eyebrow, crossed his legs, and sat on the couch. "You wanna go out in a torn dress?"

I then remembered that during last night's sex, my dress had turned into shreds in Howard's hands. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I put on the clothes, which surprisingly fit well.

I said sincerely, "Thanks, Mr. Wilson. You've helped me a lot."

Howard said indifferently, "Just don't come up with some 'repay with your body' drama, that would be the best."

Howard's tone was cold and distant, like last night's passion was just a dream. I clenched my sleeves and nodded.

Just as I was about to leave, Howard called out to me again, "I said, have breakfast before you go. Besides, I have something else for you to do."