Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte was whimpering in pain over her eyes. She scratched on Zachary’s arms hard, leaving bloodied lines all over.

However, the man seemed unfazed by the pain as she scratched on. He wiped off the lipstick on her lips and gritted through his teeth, “Look at yourself right now! You look like a whore!”

“What does it have to do with you? Let me go…”

Charlotte wrestled the man furiously.

However, the man opened another bottle of wine and poured it all over her face and body.

It seemed like he was trying to cleanse her sins off of her.

Charlotte finally fell silent when the man poured another bottle of wine over her. She slumped against the sofa, shifting uneasily from the heat, and panted lightly.

Her chest heaved up and down from the panting as she tried to catch her breath. The woman’s porcelain-fair skin was accentuated by the ruby red liquid and the dim lighting, alluring and inviting.

Zachary’s eyes burned with lust, but he did not lay a finger on her. He took off his coat and wrapped it around her half-naked body. Then, he carried her and exited the private room.

chest silently, drained from

her all the way

better than to trail behind

Night was only a stone’s throw away from Storm Hotel. They reached there in just a few

back of the hotel. The manager was already

upstairs and dumped her into a tub

and headed to another bathroom to take a shower. However, he rushed

was greeted by the sight of Charlotte struggling in the bathtub as

“Idiot!”

 I guess she will be breaking a world record

of him. At that point, there was no

had no other choice but to bathe the woman

last piece of clothing still on the woman

smooth and a pleasure to behold. However, there were a few scratches here and there

up and down from the enticing sensation. Despite the burning lust in his eyes, Zachary tried his best to hold the beast in himself

it was not an easy endeavor. After fumbling with it for some time, he still had no idea where to start. Besides, it did not help when her hair was circling her neck, almost

her shoulders with his one hand, lest she fell into the tub and

bathing a woman would be such