Chapter 11: Unless You Help Me Out

She wasn't quite clear about the man's identity, except for that fiery night three years ago. From the layout of the man's villa and his efficiency in handling affairs, she vaguely felt he was a big shot; how else could he have suppressed the news back then, making Ivy the headline instead? That night, however, she recognized her reality—the Montgomery family was now under the control of her stepmother, Genevieve.

Even if she spoke of that night, her father would never believe her. Staying at home would undoubtedly be a waste of time. Thus, she made a decision to leave the country for college, and Magnus arranged everything without a second thought. Aurora fled Clothville as fast as she could. On the day she left, she saw the man she saw now before her.

The man had just arrived at the airport, looking utterly furious. Tonight was a chance to teach him a lesson from three years ago! Aurora used every trick in the book to seduce him. Despite his profuse sweating, his face wasn't ferocious; hearing Aurora, a devilish smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "Interesting, Little Bunny, either you kill me today, or I surely won't let you go!"

"Hah, you really do have energy, Sir," Aurora suddenly leaned in, her tongue teasing behind his ear.

The man could hardly bear it and let out a restrained moan. Aurora's voice was full of ambiguity, "Sir, that's how you treated me that night, do you remember?"

She was like a sprite of the night, torturing him to death and back. "I still remember how you could hardly leave the bed," the man retorted, unyielding.

Aurora's eyes turned cold, hoping to hear his regret and apologies, but she was to be disappointed. Her fingers began to slowly caress his body, "Just beg me, and I can stop right now."

Despite the towel barrier, she could feel the heat of his body; he probably wanted her badly, judging by his enduring self-control. "You want to hear me beg?"

"Yes, only then will I quench the grudge I've held all these years!"

"Come closer, and I'll say it," he said.

Aurora leaned in, unaware that as she did, his tongue ambiguously swept across her ear, sending a shiver through her body.

She stumbled backward, right into his grasp—his hands couldn't move much but were strong enough to hold her. "Let go!" she snapped.

"Not until you put out this fire in me," he refused.

"Wishful thinking. If you don't let go, it doesn't matter to me; I'm not the one suffering," she said bluntly, lying down beside him.

Maybe it was the flight she'd just taken or the half-day's exhaustion, topped with drinks at the bar, but she simply closed her eyes and truly lay there beside him. Before long, he heard her snoring; she had actually fallen asleep!

Watching the peacefully sleeping woman, his anger surged to swear, but seeing her innocent sleeping face, still as pure as before, he refrained. Her heaving chest, pale skin, and long legs tempted him constantly.

He wanted to struggle, but his strength was fading; enduring the discomfort, he moved closer and gently touched her cheek with his nose, "Even now, Little Bunny, sharp as your claws are, I can pluck them one by one."

Unaware of his words, she turned and embraced him.

Even though she now lay right beside him, he couldn't touch her!

...

Aurora slept for a few hours, and it wasn't yet dawn when she groggily woke up.

"Looks like you have enough sleep." His voice was dark and moody beside her ear; he was in a foul mood.

Just as Aurora was about to respond, she felt her thigh touched by some burning hard object. It seemed he had suffered all night.

Her mood suddenly improved.