William turned off the light and pressed himself against Mia...
Since Mia wasn't in the mood, she didn't respond enthusiastically.
William was impatient, as if he hadn't released himself in the past ten days. From her neck to her collarbone, and then from her collarbone to her chest, he was urgent, desirous, and his hot breath made her neck and chest damp.
However, for some reason, she seemed to have no feeling today. When he started to undo her nightgown, she suddenly struggled. "No..."
Then, Mia used her free hand to turn on the bedside lamp.
The room lit up, and she saw William's eyes, clouded with desire.
"What's wrong?"
He supported himself above her, looking at her with a suggestive gaze.
She looked into his eyes, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed her words.
"Nothing." She answered him, then reached out to turn off the light.
Deep down, she felt a surge of anger.
Why did she have to give in just because he wanted it?
But could she refuse him?
