Unmasking the Heiress

After a night's exploration, Walter knew every sensitive spot on Evangeline's body.

With just a gentle touch in the right place, he could make her catch her breath, Evangeline lay there, her body rigid and tense, gasping for air like a fish out of water.

Walter, however, was not satisfied. He wanted her to plead with him.

His actions grew more daring, his fingers boldly probing, stirring up a storm within Evangeline's mind. A soft moan broke through the silence, Evangeline clapped a hand over her mouth as if shocked by her own reaction. What was happening to her? She felt pleasure from Walter's touch!

"Stop it, Walter, you're making me sick!" Her body instinctively fought back, trying to protect itself from his unwelcome advances.

Evangeline fought back against Walter with a flurry of punches and kicks, even targeting his weak spots. When one of her kicks missed its mark, Walter's patience, already hanging by a thread, snapped. He flipped her over with a swift move and the next thing she knew, pa

thing, however, was crystal clear to her. "You're done for, Walter!" she spat out. "I won't let this slide, and neither will the Fosters. You're going to regret this! Her hatred for him was a living thing, wishing him to the deepest pits. She was the cherished princess of the Foster family; how dare he treat her this way?Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Then, a deep voice cut through her bitter warning. "If I were you, I wouldn't provoke your man in such a moment." Walter's large hand was on her back, his breath warm on her skin. "Evangeline, the night is long. Try to enjoy it..."

His rage seemed to have cooled, his touch turning softer without him even realizing. Evangeline, however, was not buying this sudden gentleness. She wished he would be even crueler, so she could etch this pain into her memory and kill any foolish hopes she might have harbored.

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"You call this enjoyment, not torture?" she scoffed. "Walter, you're as awkward and rough as they come. Don't tell me

you're as green as I am? Wow, this is just ridiculous. Who would've guessed that the almighty Walter Gordon of the Gordon family, after all these years, is still wet behind the ears?"

She spun around on top of him, tapping his chin with one hand, "Come on, can you cut it or not?"

"Whether I can cut it isn't up to you!" The more Walter tried to show his mettle, the more his body refused to cooperate, and he was done for in no time.

Evangeline could not help but laugh out loud. "Looks like you really can't cut it, Mr. Walter Gordon. Maybe you should sip some Viagra to get your strength back. Overdoing it can hurt you, you know!" She had no idea that her taunts were a direct hit to Walter's ego.

Clueless, she lay on the bed looking all ready for the taking, while he felt utterly

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A fiery anger blazed up in him, and Walter, with a certain part of him standing at attention again, zeroed in on the unsuspecting Evangeline on the bed and lunged like a wolf on the prowl. "About whether I can cut it or not, you can make that call after tonight. There's still time!"