Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 19 Come Here

The atmosphere was heating up.

Familiar darkness and a familiar scent enveloped Emily. Satan, the newcomer, lingered ambiguously near her ear and neck, "Speak."

Emily's whole body felt hot. She turned her head to avoid his hot, moist lips, "What do you want from me in return?"

"Hehe," Mr. Satan chuckled lightly, his large hand covering her abdomen, sending shivers through her body. He nibbled on her earlobe, blowing into her ear, "You know." What Emily couldn't stand the most was his way of speaking.

They hadn't done anything, just hugged and talked, but she was already horny.

Mr. Satan's husky voice came from behind, then her body lightened as he lifted her, heading straight for the bathroom.

Mr. Satan's lovemaking today was rougher than usual, as if he wanted to possess her completely. He held her waist firmly, thrusting into her, commanding her, "Look at me."

In the darkness, Emily, softly moaning, was forced to look into his eyes, feeling his thrusts. She felt like she was not only engulfed in the physical pleasure but also drowning in his deep eyes. She had no resistance to this man, only obedience, feeling him, loving him.

When he finally finished this intense lovemaking and carried her out of the bathroom, Emily was too exhausted to lift her arms. She lay in his arms, letting him manipulate her.

Mr. Satan sat with her on the bed, her back against his chest, gently drying her hair with a towel.

Emily had very beautiful hair, soft, shiny, and straight, like a piece of fine satin, the strands weaving through his fingertips, making him reluctant to let go.

With her eyes closed, leaning against his chest, Emily fell asleep unknowingly, her long and thick eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks like a small fan.

The starlight and moonlight poured in, his nose catching the lingering scent of shower gel on her body, refreshing and clean.

Suddenly feeling a bit warm on her scalp, Emily, half-awake, opened her eyes to find Mr. Satan blow-drying her hair.

She quickly sat up, "I can do it myself..."

Mr. Satan pressed her shoulder, pulling her back into his arms.

"Be good, lie down and rest if you're tired."

Emily didn't dare to move much, letting him gently play with her hair, blow-drying it.

"Mr. Satan..."

"Hmm?"

"I'll blow dry your hair later, too."

Mr. Satan chuckled softly, "My hair's short, it's already dry."

Emily felt a bit embarrassed, biting her lip, staying silent for a while.

Today, she hadn't cooked dinner for Mr. Satan, nor had she had time to do his laundry. Instead, she let him serve her, and Emily felt a bit guilty.

"What do you want to eat tomorrow? I can make anything."

As her hair gradually dried, Mr. Satan turned off the blow dryer and placed it aside, casually playing with her dark, shiny hair, "Let's talk about tomorrow's things tomorrow, Emily. You promised me you'd try on the dress for me." Although the lights were off, the moonlight was too good today, making everything in the room visible...

"Now?"

"Yes, right now."

Mr. Satan leaned back against the headboard, looking at her. Under the white mask, the curve of his lips betrayed him.

Emily gritted her teeth. Wasn't it just changing clothes?

She turned around, opened the wardrobe, then suddenly turned back to look at him.

Mr. Satan had somehow replaced all the clothes inside the wardrobe. The previous clothes were mostly pink, but now they were all pure white.

Long skirts, short skirts, dresses, strapless tops, halter necks, off-the-shoulder, super short... There were all kinds of dresses.

Emily suspected that he had bought every style of white dress available on the market.

She licked her lips. "Which one should I try on first?"

Mr. Satan's gaze was intense, scorching her so she couldn't meet his eyes. He seemed impatient already. "You choose." Emily's hand slid among the row of dresses, finally picking out the most conservative round-neck dress.

Except for her arms, almost none of her body was exposed.

She stood barefoot on the floor, dark hair cascading down her back, as if wrapping her upper body in black velvet.

"I'm done changing."

Mr. Satan crossed his arms, squinting at her. "Not bad. Change again."

For the second outfit, she chose a strapless blouse, paired with a short skirt, the hem just above her knees, revealing a pair of straight, slender legs.

The outfit itself exuded a youthful vibe. After putting it on, Emily looked like a high school senior who had just turned eighteen.

Mr. Satan pointed to the wardrobe. "Try on that strapless gown for me."

Emily gritted her teeth. He sure knew how to pick.

She had deliberately avoided that gown the first two times, not because it wasn't beautiful, but because it was too sexy.

The designer of this gown seemed to favor sexy elements. Although the dress was strapless, it was even lower-cut than usual, easily revealing half of her chest. The waist was cinched tightly, making it difficult to wear if she didn't have a naturally slim waist. The skirt's hem was made of white chiffon, layered and stacked, with her legs peeking through, creating a tantalizing beauty that was more enticing than outright exposure.

When Emily met Mr. Satan's gaze, she could clearly feel the heat in his eyes.

"Emily..."

She tucked her hair behind her ear, waiting for him to continue.