Chapter 2 Chapter 2

Lydia subconsciously reached out and grabbed the man's sleeve. Her vision began to blur, and she felt like a drowning person grasping onto a floating reed unwilling to let go.

Lambert lowered his head and saw a pair of stubborn yet bewildered eyes. The woman's face was flushed suspiciously, her torn strap and her current expression made Lambert quickly understand the situation.

She must have been drugged!

Seeing Lambert's furrowed brow, the bodyguard standing not far behind him quickly stepped forward, pulling the woman who was still grabbing onto his clothes away. At the same time, he broke out in a cold sweat, realizing he had just failed in his duty.

His boss was not someone to be trifled with. Those who offended him usually had only one outcome: death.

"Bit*h, stop right there!" The man with a hand covering his head came over, and upon seeing Lambert standing in front of Lydia, he angrily questioned, "Who are you? Mind your own business!"

Lambert's expression darkened, and he ordered the bodyguard beside him, "Get rid of him."

The bodyguard understood and quickly stepped forward, pressing the middle-aged man down and dragging him into the 306 room he had come out of. Soon, cries of pain could be heard from the room, sending shivers down the spines of those who heard it.

While Lambert's bodyguard went to deal with the man, Lydia somehow stumbled back to Lambert's side.

The extreme heat made Lydia extremely uncomfortable, as if a scorching sensation emanated from her bones, causing her to long for anything cold.

And precisely, Lambert standing in front of her became the best choice.

Lydia clung to Lambert's strong shoulders like a snake in heat, her body unbelievably soft, and her delicate face became more charming because of her desire.

Lydia's lips parted slightly, as if inviting someone to taste. Her fair skin, exposed to the air, quickly blushed, and most of her clothes were damaged from the previous struggle and actions, revealing her perfectly shaped chest faintly.

Lydia held onto Lambert's waist tightly, as if wanting to merge with him. Her high heels had long been discarded, exposing her snow-white and slender ankles, exuding an unparalleled sexiness.

The Sex Monster!

The words flashed through Lambert's mind. He stood there calmly, without expression or movement, but his slightly narrowed pupils and slightly heavier breath betrayed his current mood. He wasn't as calm as he appeared on the surface.

For someone who usually regarded women as insignificant, he was unexpectedly moved!

"Ron, I feel terrible!"

In a daze, Lydia mistook the man in front of her for her missing husband, twisting her waist to rub against Lambert forcefully.

Hearing her call out another man's name, Lambert's eyes turned cold, and he pushed Lydia away.

"Don't leave! Please!"

The strong drug had completely deprived Lydia of her sanity. Her pupils were dilated, and she could no longer see the figure in front of her clearly. The instinctual desire in her body made her grab onto the man in front of her tightly.

The endless emptiness made Lydia bite her lip tightly, tears filling her already reddened eyes, looking pitifully at Lambert.

In those eyes, there was fear, panic, and boundless charm, captivating and piercing Lambert's heart like an arrow. His raised foot paused, feeling inexplicably soft in his heart. He changed his mind, scooping up the woman and bringing her into his arms, then pressed the button for the nearby elevator.

Lydia was completely under the control of the drugs, her mind blank, her body burning to the point of almost igniting, longing for someone to come and cool her down. Instinctively, she reached out to touch the body next to her, which carried a cool temperature.

Lambert's expression darkened slightly. Lydia's teasing actually elicited a reaction from him. His deep gaze stared at the numbers on the elevator, while he tightly held Lydia's hand that was randomly stroking.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened, and Lambert carried Lydia into the door of the presidential suite.

"Hot... so hot..."

Lydia, who hadn't found relief, was now tearing at the fabric covering her body in unbearable discomfort, but her lack of strength rendered her efforts futile. Meanwhile, Lambert's expensive suit, under Lydia's rubbing and tearing, no longer retained its original form.

As soon as they entered the room, both were somewhat impatient. However, Lambert's movements remained elegant and cold, while Lydia appeared extremely restless. She was on the brink of madness, so as soon as Lambert placed her on the bed, she couldn't wait and pressed herself against him.

Her fiery lips met Lambert's slightly cool ones, igniting sparks of desire.

Lydia felt as if her tongue had swallowed chilled jelly pudding, making her unable to help but sigh with satisfaction. Her expression relaxed slightly, and she nibbled and bit on this delicious 'pudding', unable to alleviate her body's desire.

But this was definitely not enough!

Her body felt like it was on fire, urgently needing something to cool her down.

Lambert chuckled darkly, watching the woman, who was like a fairy, entangle his snow-white legs. With a turn, he pushed her onto the luxurious mattress, seizing control.

Compared to Lydia's random biting, Lambert's kissing skills were much superior. His meticulous and domineering kisses covered Lydia's entire mouth, making her breathless and only able to follow obediently into the peak of desire.

Lambert's magical fingers explored Lydia's body inch by inch, making her unable to bear but moan. However, it seemed that every time she reached the edge of pleasure, she would want more.

Lambert's eyes deepened as he stared at the woman writhing beneath him like a fish out of water. Finally, before she cried out in discomfort, he covered her entirely.

The pain lasted only a moment but was quickly engulfed by pleasure. Lydia felt as if she were a small boat drifting on the sea, swaying with the waves.

The pleasure came so quickly and intensely that Lydia couldn't help but moan.

"Um... ah..."

The instinct of her body made Lydia unable to suppress her shameful voice, only following Lambert's movements and becoming increasingly louder.

A thin layer of sweat covered Lambert's forehead. His sharp eyes were focused on his prey, this was unexpected, but sweet, and he couldn't stop!

After the initial dryness and tightness, what awaited him was the warm embrace and intoxicating sweetness. Lambert's usually calm and indifferent expression cracked slightly, as if he had been tempted by the poppy flower, his eyes gradually infected with the virus called desire.

"No... stop... Ron... Ron..."

Lydia had fallen into a coma. Her body yearned to be filled, yet she subconsciously called out her lover's name.

Lambert's movements suddenly paused, a dangerous aura emanating from his eyes. Then, he became even more intense and frantic in possessing the woman beneath him, making her red lips, slightly parted, unable to utter any unfamiliar words other than moans.

In the frenzy of the night, Lydia had long since fallen into a deep sleep.