NovelFameChapter 203
Clara was just about to push the man away when he effortlessly scooped her up into his arms. She stammered,
"I'm sorry, please putdown. | was expecting staff wearing bunny suits."
The man paused, and Clara could feel the intensity radiating from him.
"You like this kind of thing?"
It was just a quirky impulse Clara had, sparked by an ad she'd seen online. She didn't reply, her mind drifting
back to the steamy dream she'd had in the private room earlier. Maybe she really was missing male company,
which explained the dream's vividness.
She took a deep breath, trying to push him away, but he carried her somewhere unfamiliar and gently laid her
down on a soft bed.
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Clara jolted upright; she wasn't one for one-night stands. However, whatever she'd inadvertently ingested earlier
was definitely having an effect, making his touch unbearably sensitive. Even the lightest brush of his fingertips
sent shivers down her spine.
Sitting on the bed, Clara furrowed her brow as he gently lifted her chin. "If you want to see that, | could make it
happen."
Clara took a deep breath and turned her head away. "I need to go."
She'd never been in a situation like this and felt completely defenseless. She wore a dress that day, making it all
too easy for him.
What on earth was in that drink? It didn't make her weak, but it did flood her mind with shameful thoughts,
leaving her unable to resist when he leaned in to kiss her clit.
Her fingers couldn't help but tangle in his hair, her voice shaky, "Please, stop."
"You used to enjoy this," he murmured.
"What?"
Her mind was a haze, filled with embarrassment.
She'd always scoffed at the antics of her social circle. Even without her past memories, she'd maintained her
dignity, never expecting to find herself in a situation like this, with a man whose face she hadn't even seen...
He explored every inch of her, making her feel like she was floating on clouds. No part of her was left untouched,
and when she tried to kick him away, he grabbed her leg, his low chuckle resonating in the room.
They hadn't gone all the way, but it was enough to bring tears to her eyes.
A sharp flash of light crossed her mind as her fingers clutched the sheets, the tears at the corners of her eyes
kissed away.
She had no strength left to speak, turning her head aside.
The man sat beside her, toying with her fingertips. She tried to pull away, but his grip was firm.
Clara's mind was blank, unable to focus on anything else. She even worried she'd step out later with marks all
over her.
His breath warmed her ear. "If it's not enough, | can continue."
Her fingers curled slightly under his grip.
He kissed her hand, each finger receiving its due attention. "Next time, I'll wear what you like."
Clara's fingers twitched again. She vowed never to return. No one could ever know about this, she hoped, or
she'd be no different from those who flit from one fling to another.
She loathed this version of herself.
The bed dipped as he shifted, his arm wrapping around her waist possessively, as if claiming her. "Or, | can come
find you."
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