CHAPTER 4

Patrick stared at Loveth's fair face and her pink lips, before leaning forward to capture her mouth with his, kissing her hungrily and savoring the taste of her lips.

Loveth responded, but it was obvious she did not know how to kiss. She kissed him in return, licking his lower lip, and he smiled before pulling his lips away from hers. He gazed at her face as he shifted backward and sat up properly on his bed.

Patrick said, "So you don't want to suck my dìck, but I'm feeling hot and sick with you here. Just a little warmth from you won't hurt, I promise."

Loveth could not resist Patrick, for she felt irresistibly drawn to him, and her center ached as if it needed him to plunge into her.

Patrick stripped off Loveth's pink gown and hurled it to the tiled floor, exposing her full body to his view even though he was drunk. He stared at her brẹasts, which were large and full.

Patrick took his time removing Loveth's bra and underwear as well. "How old are you?" he asked her, since her face looked youthful but her body appeared more mature than he had imagined.

"I am 20 years old and will turn 21 next January," she said in a hoarse voice, her cheeks burning redder with embarrassment as she watched her madam's only son stare at her like a predator.

"Hmm," Patrick hummed as he rubbed Loveth's body, eager to arouse her and get her in the mood.

She moaned, biting her lower lip to stifle the sounds, embarrassed by the noises escaping her own lips.

Loveth bit her lower lip to prevent herself from moaning aloud, for she could neither push Patrick away nor dart out of his room—even though he was drunk.

Whatever Patrick was doing to her awakened something strange in her body, something she had never felt before, and she did not want him to stop.

Patrick pulled his lips away from Loveth's and let his hands trail down to her core. She gasped at his touch and stared at him with wide-open eyes.

Patrick looked so handsome under the dimly lit white bulb in his room. His taut, dark skin, broad, chiseled chest, and hard, smooth muscles made her heart race with excitement, even as his erection caressed her and filled her with fear of what he intended to do.

Loveth also yearned to experience Patrick plunging into her core, for her friends had told her about handsome men, and she did not want to miss out.

She wanted to feel him, but she felt embarrassed by the way he paused and stared at her, as if contemplating something—especially after she had told him she had never slept with a man.

Patrick finally positioned himself over Loveth and saw her eyes fixed on him, though he was drunk.

He craved pleasure, for thoughts of Willow had aroused him, and Loveth was beautiful enough to stoke his desire.

Patrick hungered to devour Loveth, even though he was famished—but his appetite was not for food; it was for carnal pleasure.

He wanted her to share the mood with him, for the last thing he desired was for any woman to accuse him of defiling her. He had never taken a liking to any of their maids in the mansion before—except for Loveth. Simply gazing at her face drew him to bed her.

Patrick then shifted back from Loveth on the bed, sliding downward and slowly parting her legs.

She did not resist; instead, she parted her legs wide for him to enter, smiling nervously at him. But he leaned forward and buried his head in her core, making her shudder as she clamped her legs shut, trapping his head.

Loveth immediately halted Patrick by shutting her legs. She was shocked by his action, for his lips had captured her center and tried to suck it.

Patrick lifted his head and gazed at Loveth's face. He licked his lips as their eyes met.

Loveth looked beautiful, and in that moment, Patrick forgot he had ever met Willow Albert, who had broken his heart. All he wanted was Loveth.

Patrick edged closer to Loveth again and positioned himself to thrust deeper into her.

She did not refuse him, for she anticipated his entry and liked him.

She braced herself for him, but when he thrust into her core, shattering her walls, she screamed in horror. She gripped him, begging him to stop, as pain surged through her. But Patrick was already lost in ecstasy and could not heed her pleas or halt himself. She clung to him, tapping his arms frantically to make him stop.

Patrick thrust into Loveth faster, reveling in how wet and tight she felt—until he heard her crying. Only then did he slow and stop, staring at her tear-streaked face for a moment to let her adjust to his size.

Patrick then remembered he had not used any protection, since he was drunk.

He knew that if he withdrew to fetch a cọndom, she might refuse him—and he could not force himself on her. So he continued, riding her slowly at first and then faster until he reached his climax and halted, feeling her body shudder beneath him.

Patrick then collapsed onto Loveth as he released all his hot seed into her core. The next sound she heard was him snoring peacefully on the bed as he drifted to sleep atop her.

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Loveth wiped the corners of her eyes as the reality of what had just happened between them sank in.

She tried to push him away, but he was too heavy, so she ended up letting him lie on her.

Loveth remembered she had only stepped into Patrick's room to deliver his dinner, since his mother had worried about his weak stomach—due to her advanced age at his birth—but she had ended up in bed with him.

Since she had heard that some drunken men remembered nothing upon waking, Loveth considered slipping out of Patrick's room.

Patrick fell into a deep slumber and dreamed of a beautiful náked woman with him in his room.

He felt weak, for he wanted to sleep with her and indulge in wild fun in his dream. But she pushed him away, and he watched her climb down from his bed.

Patrick watched her move closer to him and cover him up, but he was too weak to act. He lay motionless on the bed, staring at her figure and trying to discern her face—but he could not see her clearly.

Loveth, however, slid out from under Patrick after shoving him aside. She searched his room for her underwear and panties, which he had discarded, and spotted her pink uniform on the tiled floor.

Loveth climbed down from Patrick's bed and stared at him sleeping. She used his white towel to cover him before rushing to grab her pink dress and panties to put them on.

The clock in Patrick's bedroom struck 10 p.m. sharp, and Loveth glanced around at his study table. There she saw the covered meal she had brought for him.

She quickly donned her bra and panties before slipping back into her uniform. Then she scanned his bed to ensure she left nothing behind.

Loveth then darted out of Patrick's room and hurried downstairs to her own room on the second floor, which she shared with the other maids in the Anderson mansion.

Upon arriving at the second floor, Loveth encountered the head maid, Aria Jameson, who eyed her suspiciously. But she ignored the head maid and strode quickly to her own room.

There were four maids in total: the head maid, her assistant, and two others including Loveth.

Loveth walked into her room, easing the door shut behind her. She approached her bed and climbed onto it, hoping none of the maids would discover the truth about what had happened between the young master and her.

Loveth felt her heart palpitating, and her center still throbbed as if the handsome master's member lingered deep inside her. She wanted to sleep in his room, but she feared what he might do to her when he woke.

Patrick was drunk and had not even eaten his dinner. Loveth felt sad about it, for she knew his mother would question him at daybreak about whether he had eaten the night before.

She lay on her bed, struggling to sleep, for she had never planned for their first meeting to unfold like that.

"I could have just pushed him away," Loveth said as she sobbed and lay there for a while.

She stood up to relieve herself, since she had the room to herself. She resolved to pretend nothing had happened between them—unless Patrick remembered—for she liked him too.

Loveth finally returned to her bed and fell asleep.