Chapter 004

Patrick stared at Loveth’s oval face and her pink lips. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, kissing her hungrily and savouring the taste of her lips.

Loveth responded, but it was obvious she did not know how to kiss. She kissed Patrick in return, licking his lower lip. He smiled, parted his lips from hers, and stared at her face as he moved backwards and sat up properly on his bed.

Patrick said, “So you don’t want to suck my dîck, but I am feeling hot and sick with you here with me. Just a little warmth from you won’t hurt, I promise.”

Loveth could not resist Patrick. She felt drawn to him, and her pụssy was aching like it needed him to plunge into her.

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

Patrick took time removing Loveth's bra and pant too. “How old are you?” he asked her.

Loveth’s face looked younger, but her body looked more matured than he could think of.

“I am twenty years old, and will be twenty-one next month, in January,” Loveth replied in a hoarse voice. She felt her cheeks burn redder in embarrassment after seeing her madam’s son staring at her like a predator.

“Hmm,” Patrick hummed and rubbed Loveth's bare body, wanting to get her in the mood with him.

Loveth moaned and bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning loudly. She was embarrassed by the type of sounds escaping from her own lips.

Loveth bit her lower lip to prevent herself from moaning. She could not push Patrick away nor dart out of his room, even though he was drunken.

Whatever Patrick was doing to Loveth's body was awakening something strange in her—something she had not felt before—and she did not want him to stop.

Patrick parted his lips from Loveth’s lips and let his hand travel down to her pụssy. She gasped at his touch and stared at him with wide eyes open.

Patrick looked so handsome in the dimly lit blue bulb in his room. His dark skin, broad chiselled chest, and hard smooth muscles made Loveth's heart panic in excitement, as his erection seemed to caress her and made her fear what he wanted to do to her.

Loveth was also eager to know and have Patrick plunge in her. Her best friend had spoken to her about handsome dark men, and she was missing out on it.

Similarly, Loveth wanted to feel Patrick's dîck. She felt embarrassed by the way he paused and stared at her like he was contemplating something, especially when she told him she had not slept with a man before.

Patrick crossed over Loveth on the bed and saw her eyes focused on him. He was drunk and blurry. He wanted pleasure. Thoughts about Willow had triggered him, and Loveth was beautiful enough to get him in the mood.

Patrick felt hungry to eat Loveth up. Even though he was hungry, his hunger was not for food, but for pleasure.

Similarly, Patrick wanted Loveth to be in the mood with him. The last thing he would never want was for any lady to accuse him of rápe. He had never once taken any liking to any of their maids in the mansion before, except for Loveth. Staring at her pretty face alone, he felt drawn to sleep with her.

Patrick shifted backwards away from Loveth on the bed, moving downwards, and slowly parted her legs open. She responded, not stopping him, but rather parted her legs widely open for him to enter.

Loveth also smiled nervously at Patrick. He leaned forward and dipped his head into her pụssy, making her shudder as she clasped her legs, holding his head.

Loveth stopped Patrick, shutting her legs. She was shocked by what he had just done as his lips captured her centre and attempted to suck on it.

Patrick raised his head and looked at Loveth's face. He licked his lips as he met her gaze on him. She looked beautiful. At that moment he forgot he had ever met anyone named Willow Albert who broke his heart. All he wanted was Loveth.

Patrick neared Loveth again and positioned himself to go deeper into her.

Loveth did not refuse Patrick as she also anticipated him and liked him.

She prepared herself to have him—not until Patrick thrusted into her cave, shattering her walls. She screamed in horror, gripping onto his arms to stop as she felt pain all over. But Patrick was already in cloud nine and could not listen to her pleas nor stop himself. She clung onto him, tapping on him to stop.

Patrick rode Loveth faster and loved how wet and tight she was—not until he heard her crying that he slowed and stopped, staring at her crying face for a moment for her to adjust to his size.

Patrick remembered he had not even used any protection on Loveth as he was drunken.

Still, he knew if he withdrew to look for a protection cap to wear, she might end up refusing him, and he would not be able to force himself on her. So he continued, riding her slowly and then faster until he got to his climax and stopped, feeling her body shudder beneath him.

Patrick then collapsed on Loveth as he discharged all his hot seeds into her cave. Next Loveth heard him snoring peacefully on the bed as he drifted to sleep on top of her.

Loveth wiped the corner of her eyes as reality dawned on her what had just happened between them.

She tried to push Patrick away but he was heavier, so her hands ended up rubbing his bare back. She remembered she had only stepped into his room to deliver his dinner to him, as his mother complained about him having a weak stomach due to her giving birth to him at an older age. But she ended up in bed with him.

Loveth had heard that some drunken men hardly remember some things when they wake up. She contemplated creeping out of his room.

Patrick fell into a deep slumber and dreamt of a beautiful fair-skinned woman with him in his room.

He felt weak as he wanted to sleep with her and probably have that wild sex in his dream, but she rather pushed him away.

Patrick saw the woman's hand rake over his body, realising they were both bare.

She neared him and touched his dîck, caressing him. To his greatest shock she sucked on him, and he was weak to do anything.

Patrick lay lifeless on the bed, staring at the woman's figure and trying to figure out her face, but he could not see her clearly.

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Meanwhile, Loveth slid out of Patrick's bed after pushing him away. She searched his room for her underwear and bra where he had thrown them away, and saw her pink uniform on the tiled ground.

Loveth stepped down from Patrick's bed and stared at him sleeping. She used his towel to cover him up as she rushed to pick up her pink gown and her pant to wear them.

The time in Patrick’s room hit 10 p.m. Loveth stared around to his studying table. There she saw the covered meal which she had brought for him.

She quickly wore her bra and pant before wearing back her pink uniform. Then she stared at his bed so as not to forget anything.

Loveth darted out of Patrick's room and rushed back downstairs to her room on the second floor, where she shared with the other maids working in the Anderson mansion.

Arriving on the second floor, Loveth met the head maid, Aria Jameson who stared at her suspiciously.

Loveth ignored the Aria and quickly walked to her own room.

There were about four maids: the head maid, her assistant, and one other maid with Loveth.

Loveth walked into her room, slowly closing her door. She walked to her bed and climbed on it, hoping for none of the maids to find out the truth of what happened between the young master and her.

Loveth felt her heart throbbing faster and her pụssy still aching like the handsome master’s dîck was still deeply in her. She wanted to sleep there in his room, but she feared what he would do to her when he woke up.

Patrick was drunk and did not even eat his dinner. Loveth felt sad about it as she knew his mother would ask him by daybreak if he ate his dinner last night.

Loveth lay on her bed finding it difficult to sleep, as she never planned on their first meeting to be like that.

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

She stood up to ease herself as she was using her room alone.

Loveth decided to pretend like nothing ever happened between them, except if Patrick remembered, as she admired him.

She walked back to her bed and slept off.