Love and hate

I closed my eyes and rubbed them seductively against his body as if in acquiescence.

The next thing I knew, Ken was pressing me down on the large, soft sofa in the room.

The thin fabric was torn off, and my skirt was lifted. My legs were clamped around his thin waist.

"Ken..." I whispered. "Be gentle. Don't hurt me."

I was drunk, but conscious.

I called his name, and Ken was tempted. He quickly took off his black shirt to reveal his toned upper body.

I stroked his bare muscles with fondness, satisfied.

Ken's breathing quickened, and he rushed into me. "Little Wild Cat, you're so tight! Am I your first man?"

His large size filled my body, and I did not have the heart to answer his question. "Oh my, you... Stop asking! You are not attentive at all!"

Seeing that I was unhappy, Ken quickly pulled me back into his embrace and kissed me repeatedly on the forehead. "Baby, you're all I see. How can you say that I am not attentive?"

It was as if he wanted to prove his love for me. He twisted his waist violently and made me feel extremely intoxicated. "Does it feel good? Do you feel my love for you? I love you, Elena!"

The two bodies intertwined and swayed wildly in the romantic room.

His confession perfectly passed the polygraph system.

At this moment, I knew that his love for me was absolutely true.

Under the influence of alcohol, I did not suppress my feelings and moaned. "Oh! Ken, Ken... I love you too. Give me..."

The unintentional words of love made my heart feel relieved and made the man even more excited.

The candle burned as brightly as the flame of our love.

We did not know how long we enjoyed the passion, but we were both sweating and satisfied.

As I cleaned my body, I said carefully, "Ken, I actually wanted to talk to you about something today."

Ken caressed my cheek indulgently as if he would do anything I asked him to do.

I was not someone who liked to hide things, not to mention that we already had an intimate relationship, so I said bluntly, "I promised Grace that you would come forward and fill the gap in the factory's funds."

"Did you already agreed with Grace?" Ken frowned slightly.

"I really wanted to know my mother's whereabouts, so I had to make such a deal with her. Would you help me?" I grabbed his arm and started to act coquettishly and thought that he would be like before, fully supported me and be my solid backing.

Ken gently pushed my hand away and said disapprovingly, "I'm a person who values promises very much. You shouldn't have made an agreement with her without my knowledge."

There was even a trace of anger in his eyes. "Moreover, it wasn't like you didn't know that Grace had always wanted to get close to me. You agreed to let me invest in her. Were you planning to push me to her side?"

I remembered the adoration in Grace's eyes when she looked at Ken. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I still argued, "That is not what I meant. I know you don't like Grace."

Ken put on his clothes and buttoned them one by one. Finally, he reverted to his elegant and cold self. "Were you willing to sell out your position beside me and let me solve her problems so that you could achieve your goals? I said I would help you find your mother. Why didn't you trust me but trusted your enemies?"