I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Chapter 415 - Injured Again

Alan lowered his head. He still wanted to torture Anne. Knowing that she was a woman without experience, Alan deliberately lingered in the area of ??her breasts without freeing them from the crush of the bra that she wore. The groans that Anne emitted sounded very sexy to his ears. Alan, who was always served wholeheartedly by beautiful women, now humbled himself to serve Anne. That was why he did a prolonged foreplay. He wanted to see Anne enjoying his game, which would surely be very torturous for Anne. After feeling quite satisfied, Alan took off the bra hook that Anne wore in one snap. The bra hook at the front made it very easy for Alan to free his two favorite beautiful breasts with ease.

Without waiting long, Alan immediately devoured the top of Anne's chest, which was still very beautiful, greedily. With his extraordinary tongue ability, Alan circled the top of Anne's chest. Every now and then, he took a strong sip that ended in a small bite, torturing her and dragged her into a state in which she didn't want at all.

Anne could only held herself in order ut make a sound. She didn't want to look like she was enjoying what he was doing. Since her lower lip had been injured after Alan's last act in Frankfurt, Anne couldn't bite it anymore. She only kept her mouth shut as a last resort to defend her self-esteem, which had been destroyed by Alan.

"Enjoy my game, Anne," Alan said softly without taking his lips off the adorable little nipple.

Anne did not respond to Alan's words and it made Alan a little disappointed. He forgot that Anne did not want him. That was why Alan immediately released his left hand which previously locked Anne's hands above her head. He let her hands free so he could express himself. After releasing her hands, Alan then squeezed the other breast with a slightly rough movement so that Anne's body reacted.

"Good girl... quickly say my name, Anne..."

"Stop it, Alan ..."

"Eh? That's not what I want to hear, call my name, Anne... say my name!!"

Anne was still trying her best not to do Alan's orders. She didn't want to make Alan's head swell because he thought she was enjoying the game. However, Anne's silence made Alan even more passionate, he became even crazier.

"Sorry Alan, I'm sorry..." Anne screamed loudly, accompanied by a fairly loud groan from Anne. Apparently, Anne reached her first peak because of Alan's foreplay.

Alan was surprised when he felt Anne's body shaking violently. He had not realized that Anne had already had an orgasm. However, when he saw the change in Anne's way of breathing with a sudden limp body, Alan finally realized that the woman had reached her orgasm. A triumphant smile crossed Alan's face as he managed to make her reached her peak.

"See, you may reject me Anne but your body doesn't. You may say no, but in fact you are just like my previous women. You're eager for my touch. Because I am a good man, I will not continue this game. I will give you time to enjoy your first orgasm, hahahaha..."

After saying that, Alan then got up from above Anne's body. His cynical smile widened when he saw the pants worn by Anne was wet. Without guilt, Alan then rushed out of the room, wearing his shirt which he had previously thrown on the floor. He left Anne in a state of mess with purplish red marks scattered on her chest and sweat dripping down her body. She was completely devastated. She felt like a prostitute who was abandoned by her customer after making love. What a very painful insult, especially coupled with the words previously said by Alan before.

Anne crossed her arms over her chest while still shaking. Not long after that, the sound of her crying sounded so loud, it was so heartbreaking. Anne burst into tears, cursing herself for what she had just done. Even though the orgasm was beyond her control, Anne still regretted it.

Meanwhile, Alan, who has now arrived at the bar, seemed to be enjoying a drink made by the bartender in front of him, occasionally smiling when he remembered what he just did to Anne.

"Poor woman. You say you don't like me, but you enjoy my touch," Alan said quietly without realizing it.

"That's how women are, sir, basically they're just playing hard to get," said the bartender commenting on Alan's words after he accidentally heard what he was saying.

Alan chuckled at the words of the bartender in front of him. "You're right. How can there be any woman who refuses hot games in bed and money in this world?"

The bartender laughed out loud at the words of the hotel guest he had just seen. He then continued to serving his best concoction of drinks to Alan. Not wanting to enjoy drinking alone, Alan then called Nicholas to come down and join him at the bar. He had completely forgotten about Anne in the room. Not long after, Nicholas and two bodyguards came down to accompany Alan to drink. Nicholas deliberately only invited two of his men to drink. Because at this time two other bodyguards were in front of the master's room, guarding their mistress, who was in the room.

After done crying, Anne walked to the bathroom. She had to clean her body from all the remnants of Alan's actions a few moments ago. With her limp legs, Anne walked to the bathroom and took off her disheveled clothes one by one.

Bang!

Anne threw her pants which were wet with her own love juice on the floor in full of emotion.

"You're weak, Anne, you're stupid, sob... what you did just now made the monster even more arrogant...! You're stupid, Anne! Sob..."

Anne cried again. Her hopes of getting away from Alan were getting slim. Although Alan did not force his will like that night, but because Anne reached the peak of pleasure without having sex, it made her even more devastated. Anne really lost her self-respect by Alan and it was very painful for her. Knowing that there was nothing she could do about it, Anne could only cry. She vented all her annoyance and pain in herself under the cold water without realizing that it was winter.

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< Tromso Airport >

Although the weather was easily changed and unpredictable, the flights to the city were quite busy, and many foreign tourists flock to Tromso City. However, for a group of businessmen who just got off the plane, being in Tromso was an obligation, because he had to attend an important event related to his company.

"Welcome Mr. Maguire," said a white-haired man to a young man who was walking with his secretary and bodyguards.

"Thank you for coming to Tromso, sir," he said again, extending his hand to his guest of honor.

The young man who was called by the name Maguire then smiled. "It is an obligation for Muller Finance International to attend this event, Mr.. Antonio."

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