Chapter 48: Chapter 48 My baby
Just as Alana’s hand was about to touch the doorknob.
Squeak.
The bathroom door swung open.
“My baby, I’m coming!”
Dane emerged wearing a white bathrobe, grinning as he approached the bed.
But Alana was nowhere to be seen.
He turned his head and saw her already at the doorway. His expression instantly hardened.
That little bitch! He’d thought she’d lost consciousness, but she’d only been pretending!
Watching her slow, deliberate movements, Dane showed no urgency. Instead, he strolled toward her leisurely.
“Alana, don’t even think about running! You won’t escape like this. You’d be better off submitting to me!”
Gritting her teeth, Alana twisted the doorknob with all her strength.
Fresh air flooded in as the door swung open, kindling a flicker of hope within her.
She rushed out eagerly.
But the next second.
Dane materialized behind her, yanking her hair violently.
“Ah!”
A sharp pain shot through her scalp as the hand behind her wrenched her back inside.
“No!”
Her hands flailed desperately, grasping at nothing.
Terror and despair engulfed her. Her body trembled with fear as she looked at Dane with eyes filled with helpless pleading.
“Manager Dane, please... let me go...”
He gave a wicked smile. Not only did he not let her go, he brutally dragged her back and threw her onto the bed.
Alana’s fragile, helpless appearance, one that would normally evoke pity, did nothing to elicit sympathy from the men. Instead, it only fueled their desire to ravage her.
Look at her exquisite, beautiful face, her eyes wet and pitifully charming, her cherry-red lips tempting one to sin!
Not only beautiful, but her figure was a true temptation, who could resist?!
Tossed onto the bed, Alana felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.
She saw Dane standing by the bed, grinning lewdly, then lunging forward eagerly.
Terrified and panicked, Alana grabbed the first thing within reach and swung it viciously at his head.
It was an ashtray.
The ashtray struck Dane squarely on the forehead, blood instantly seeping from the wound. Dane instinctively touched his forehead, only to find his hand covered in blood.
His eyes widened in rage. “Damn it! You bitch! You dare resist even now! I’ll make sure you can never resist again!”
He threw himself on top of her, tearing at her clothes with his hands.
“Ah, no...”
Alana broke down in utter despair.
BOOM!
The front door was suddenly kicked open with tremendous force.
Just as Dane was about to tear her clothes off, he was suddenly shoved away, tumbling to the floor.
Before he could react, someone grabbed the collar of his bathrobe and yanked him up forcefully. The man before him wore a stern expression, his eyes cold and menacing, radiating a brutal aura.
“It’s... it’s you...”
Before the words could finish, a fist slammed into Dane’s face.
The force was so great it knocked out several teeth, leaving his lips a bloody mess.
Then, punch after punch rained down on Dane’s face.
Dane ouldn’t even cry out for help before his face swelled into a grotesque pig’s head, knocking him unconscious.
Stephan didn’t stop at knocking him out. He kicked him several times.
Only when Dane was utterly unconscious did he finally stop.
Yet the thick, violent aura still hung around him.
Anyone who dared touch his woman had lived too long!
Stephan turned to see Alana lying on the bed, desperately holding onto her torn
clothes.
Her exquisitely beautiful face was flushed an unnatural crimson.
She seemed to be in intense distress, her soft lips parted slightly as she gasped for breath.
Her wet eyes glistened with moisture, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.
Unable to resist, she reached out toward Stephan, her eyes overflowing with more tears. “I feel so... Save me... Save me...”
Stephan frowned sharply, suspecting she might have been drugged.
Without a word, he stripped off his own coat and draped it over her.
Then he scooped her up and charged decisively out of the room.
Alana was cradled in the man’s arms. The cool warmth of his body temporarily eased the burning heat within her.
She couldn’t help but crave more.
Her soft, delicate hands slipped involuntarily beneath his coat, sliding along the hem of his shirt and slipping inside.
The icy-cold touch of his skin sent a wave of pleasure through her, making her moan softly.
“So good... give it to me...now...”
Her sweet, seductive voice tightened the man’s throat.
An unwelcome reaction surged within him instantly.
He looked down, seeing her dazed, intoxicated expression, and knew taking her to the hospital now was too late.
Stephan carried her directly into an empty, unoccupied room.
He pinned her down on the bed.
Stephan gripped her chin. “Alana, look clearly. Who am I?”
His grip on her chin was a bit forceful.
Alana regained a sliver of clarity and recognized the man on top of her.
“Step...Stephan...What... what are you going to do to me?”
Seeing she recognized him, Stephan felt slightly relieved.
“You’ve been drugged. I’m going to help you sober up.”
Alana murmured dazedly, “Help... sober up... how exactly do you plan to help me sober up?”
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*STEPHAN*
I knew what the solution was but I felt she’d be angry by morning if I did it.
So I suggested instead. “I’ll give you a cold shower.”
“No!”
“Don’t you want to sho...”
I was cut off when she suddenly crawled down my body.
It seemed she didn’t want to fight off the aphrodisiac effects anymore. I couldn’t blame her. It was impressive she had fought against the effects that long.
I was glad she fought against that man. I was proud of her.
She was with me now and I had to make her feel better. She might get mad in the morning but I had to take care of this first.
She was going for what she wanted tonight without any shyness or restraint. The hunger in her eyes almost scared me.
Almost.
For someone who had been weak, now, that she had given into her enhanced arousal, she seemed to have gained more strength.
Positioning herself on her knees between my legs, she swiftly took off my belt and undid my buttons, I lifted my hips, assisting her in freeing me from my trousers and underwear.
As soon as she had my cock to herself, she ran her tongue over the slit.
I groaned, leaning up on my elbows, watching her lap over my precum like it was the world’s tastiest treat. Her tongue teased my head. The sloppy wet, open-mouth kisses she was giving me were so close to pushing me over the edge and I could barely stand it.
She was fucking worshipping my cock with her mouth, and it was the most erotic thing ever.
“Fuck!” I groaned she slid my dick between her full, pouting lips.
She started bobbing her head fast, gagging around me, not stopping, just full-on sucking and devouring me.
Her movements were quiet...bad.
Clearly, she was inexperienced and I was scared of getting bitten.
But she didn’t bite me.
And surprisingly. I started to enjoy whatever it was she was doing to me.
I fell flat on the bed, gripping the sheets, my body tensing, I was grunting at the pleasure raking through my body.
She was practically sucking the living hell out of me.
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