Female Novel
Chapter 1285
Zoey sat in the car, barely daring to breathe.
She had an acute sense that the man's mood tonight was sour.
Whenever his mood soured, she would end up bearing the brunt of it.
Fear had already started to settle in her stomach even before they arrived at the hotel, her palms were
slick with sweat.
Upon reaching the room, the man impatiently stripped off his suit, unfastening his wristwatch whilenovelbin
motioning for her to bend over.
Zoey preferred to take a shower before doing this kind of thing, but the man cared only for his own
desire.
"I'm going to take a shower first."
"No need, just bend over."
Zoey didn't dare to defy him. In his presence, she had no say.
Only if she obeyed would he be somewhat gentle.
She took a deep breath, walked over, and leaned against the window sill, pulling up her silk dress to
her waist.
Fairly speaking, she had a good figure and was competent at work. Unfortunately, she was also
submissive and lacked backbone in front of him.
At first, she was repulsed by having sex with the man, and she would always throw up afterward. Now,
she no longer vomited, and when things got intense, she would even let out suppressed moans.
The man seemed to find interest in making her emit such sounds and then humiliating her, watching
her cheeks grow red with shame and indignation.
She was already in position, and he was unceremoniously unbuckling his belt.
Zoey didn't dare to look at the reflective mirror. As he approached, her body shivered uncontrollably.
Then she felt something being smeared onto her private area.
"What is this?"
She was somewhat terrified, fearing that he had obtained some underhanded method from a seedy
place.
"Something to make you happy. Don't move, you'll find out soon."
Zoey was trembling with fear, but that only seemed to excite the man more.
He stroked her waist, soothing her gently.
The more he soothed her, the more afraid she became, because she started to feel a tickling
sensation. However, this itch wasn't superficial, but deeper within, where she couldn't scratch. All she
could do was squirm uncomfortably.
Knowing that the substance was taking effect, the man took advantage of her state and exerted his
force.
Soon, Zoey couldn't feel anything but pure pleasure. She didn't even know what she was doing, only
following her body's instinct.
It was the man's first time seeing her like this, his eyes glowing with excitement.
It wasn't until five in the morning that Zoey was finally released, her body covered with bruises.
The man glanced at the substance in the trash can, raising an eyebrow. He had gone a bit too far this
time.
He took her into the bathroom for a shower, then laid her on the bed before dressing and leaving.
When Zoey woke up, she felt pain all over her body and had no energy to get up.
She heard a forceful knock on the hotel room door and thought it was the cleaning staff.
She put on her clothes, opened the door, and was about to say that cleaning wasn't necessary when
she saw Murray standing outside.
Murray had happened to be at the same hotel last night. He was already upset about nearly being hit
by a car, but when he was checking in, he saw that same car parked nearby, and a man was leading
Zoey into the lobby.
Zoey followed the man obediently, even though she used to be afraid of strange men.
Murray was flabbergasted and followed them to their room.
He didn't expect that Zoey and the man would stay in the room all night. Now, seeing her covered in
bruises and looking exhausted, he could guess what had happened last night.
"Zoey, how could you stoop so low?" he sneered. "It's only been a short time since I last saw you, and
you're already doing such a filthy work. How much do you charge per night? Does your mother know
about your dirty work?"