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That night, in the presidential suite of the L&C Hotel in Chicago, Anne bit her lip, yet she couldn't completely suppress the soft moans escaping her. The man on top of her had been domineering from the moment they entered the room, kissing her as if he wanted to devour her whole. But just a few hours ago, he had been cold and indifferent.

"Don't bite." His lips brushed against her ear, his voice husky with desire.

"I... I..." Anne stammered, unable to form a complete sentence. A fine layer of sweat covered her forehead. It was her first time, and making such sounds made her feel ashamed. But under his relentless actions, an unfamiliar sensation slowly swelled within her.

"Call my name," he commanded.

"W-What?" Anne’s voice trembled. Realizing his intentions, she nervously clutched his firm arm. "Cole, can... can you be gentler?"

Hearing this, Cole paused for a moment. He hadn’t expected her to say that. Raising his head slightly, he looked at her flushed face. For some reason, he really did slow down his movements.

"Mm..." She bit her lower lip hard. The taste of blood quickly spread in her mouth.

Just as the pain became unbearable, she felt him stop. Moments later, her lips were pried open, forcing her to endure an inexperienced yet intense kiss. He also took hold of her hand, preventing her from resisting.

"Relax," Cole whispered in her ear.

But Anne couldn't relax—it hurt too much. By the time she finally started adjusting, she instinctively wanted to bite her lip again, only for him to capture her lips in another possessive kiss, leaving her no chance to do so.

Anne felt only pain. Cole had given her a few minutes to adjust at the beginning, but soon, she started to feel a foreign pleasure rise from deep within her body. She couldn't control the sounds escaping her lips. Even as she tried to stifle them, she failed. Wrapped tightly in his embrace, she clung to him like a drowning person holding onto a lifeline.

She had no idea how many times it happened that night. Anne only vaguely remembered that Cole seemed tireless. By the time he finally stopped after one last deep thrust, she felt utterly spent.

She faintly remembered being carried into the bathtub, his hands carefully washing her. She wanted to tell him that she could bathe herself, but she had no strength left. Sleep quickly overtook her.

After placing her back in bed, Cole stepped into the outer room, lighting a cigarette. He picked up his phone and made a call. Though it was already past 3 a.m., the call was answered almost immediately.

"President Campbell," the voice on the other end greeted.

"Find out who orchestrated tonight's events. And investigate this woman," Cole ordered coldly.