Chapter 93 A Torrid Night
Even if he had great self-control, he couldn't control himself at this moment.
Clarissa looked so beautiful, charming and decadent. She was like the finest wine, which made him want to intoxicate in it.
He took a deep breath, pinched her chin, and stopped her from kissing him at random.
His voice had long been hoarse, like a string that was tight to the extreme.
"Be obedient, and then we'll make love, okay?"
Clarissa looked at him with watery eyes. She seemed to understand what he said, and nodded obediently.
It was only then that Anderson took her into the bedroom and put her on bed.
Clarissa's shirt had long been torn, but her pants were still on.
Anderson took off her clothes and pants gently, and then carefully checked the wounds on her body. Except for the wounds on her hands, there were only someone bruises on her body, and she was not seriously injured.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and then pulled the quilt to cover her body, because he was afraid that she would catch a cold.
"Be good and wait for me here."
After saying that, he got up to go out.
Clarissa suddenly grabbed his hand. When Anderson turned around, he saw her aggrieved eyes.
"Honey, are you leaving? Aren't you going to help me?"
Anderson's eyes darkened a little, but there was a smile on his face.
"Are you so afraid of me leaving?"
Clarissa kept nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Then be good. I'll get you a wet towel."
"Oh."
Anderson quickly came back with a hot towel. He carefully avoided the wounds on her hand, and wiped her face and hands.
Clarissa fought with four strong men in Deluge Hotel. Her body was full of wine and food stains, looking so dirty and pitiful.
After Anderson wiped her body with the towel, he took her to the bathroom and took a bath for her.
To avoid touching the wounds, he asked Clarissa to raise her hands when washing her body. But she took advantage of the situation, held his neck and kissed him crazily again.
Anderson felt that he really couldn't control himself anymore.
Fortunately, at this time, the doorbell rang.
He carried Clarissa out of the bathtub, put her on bed and wrapped her in a quilt before going out to open the door.
David brought a female doctor. Anderson let her in, and David stayed outside.
He knew how to deal with wounds, but Clarissa's skin was very tender, and several wounds on her hand were deeply scratched by glass. In order to leave no scars on her hand, he found a reliable doctor to deal with her wounds and give her an injection to avoid tetanus.
The doctor quickly treated Clarissa.
But the effect of the drug didn't wear off. The doctor came in a hurry and didn't bring so many medicines with her. She had a kind of medicine that could make her feel better, but the side effects was bad.
Anderson waved his hand and decided not to use the medicine. After asking David to send the doctor away, he returned to the bedroom again.
In the bedroom, on the big bed covered with dark silk sheets, Clarissa sat there obediently, with her mass of hair hanging loose over her shoulders. Her skin was white and smooth, like a charming fairy.
Seeing him, she immediately smiled, jumped out of bed, and rushed towards him.
"Honey, you are back!"
Anderson was directly hugged by her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held his neck with both hands, acting like a spoiled child.
"Honey, I have been waiting for you for a long time. I miss you so much."
Anderson didn't speak.
The blue veins on his forehead bulged as he stared at Clarissa with deep and gloomy eyes.
"You miss me?"
"Yeah, honey, I'm so tired. Let's sleep together!"
Anderson carried her in his arms and walked towards the big bed.
However, as soon as they reached the bed, Clarissa suddenly loosened his waist, and then pulled him down with force.
Anderson was speechless.
Clarissa rolled over and sat on his body. She pulled his shirt and belt at random, and rubbed her hot face against his neck. She was no longer as soft and obedient as just now!
Anderson finally understood that she was trying to sleep with him by all means!
Since she couldn't force him, she directly coaxed him and tried to let him walk to the bed first.
He suddenly got helpless. Feeling that Clarissa was very eager, he teased her, "Tut. Mrs. Jordan, you're really in a hurry, but it seems that you don't know to unbutton my clothes at all."
Clarissa almost cried due to anger.
She unfastened his belt forcefully, but she couldn't unfasten it at all, as if this belt had a grudge against her.
Finally, she simply lowered her head to bite it with her teeth.
Feeling her hot breathing, Anderson gulped and his eyes instantly darkened.
"Clarissa."
"Woo-woo... I can't unfasten it... Honey..."
"You little mischievous darling!"
As soon as he said this, Clarissa suddenly felt dizzy, and then he pressed her under his body with great strength.
He squeezed her chin hard, and his voice was no longer calm.
"Tell me, who am I?"
"Honey."
"Who is your honey?"
"Anderson."
They had a torrid night.
......
The next day.
Clarissa woke up in shock.
She opened her eyes, looked around in horror, and found that this was a strange room. Her heart sank.
Immediately afterwards, she saw her broken clothes and a man's shirt on the ground.
She bent over to pick up the clothes. The shirt was familiar, and it seemed to belong to Anderson.
Anderson?
Was he here?
So it meant that she was not raped last night...
Clarissa was overjoyed, but she didn't see Anderson after looking around.
She got out of bed quickly, trying to find him.
But as soon as she moved, she felt a tearing pain in her private part.
She groaned in a soft voice and frowned.
Anderson walked in at this time.
"Are you awake?"
He looked at Clarissa and said. There was a tray in his hand, and on the tray was hot and delicious breakfast.
Clarissa stared at him blankly for two seconds. Then she reacted and said with a blushed face, "Yeah."
Anderson looked at her meaningfully and put the breakfast on the table next to bed. Then he walked over and lifted the quilt, trying to hug her.
"Eat breakfast since you've woken up."
Clarissa shrank back quickly, "No, I can get out of the bed and eat by myself."
Anderson smiled.
"Are you sure you can walk now?"
Clarissa was speechless.
She bit her lip and glared at him.
"How can you say this! It's all because of you..."
"You wrong me. It was you who tried to have sex with me by all means last night. You even had me for three times, and you cursed me when my movements were slow and light. Tut! Mrs. Jordan, it seems I have to keep exercising and stay strong. Otherwise, after sleeping with you for decades, I'm afraid I'll get exhausted on bed when I get old."
Clarissa's face blushed because of his words. She hemmed and hawed, not knowing what to say.
After she beat the four men to the ground last night, she lost consciousness completely, and she couldn't clearly remember what happened later.
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