Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 909 - 905: Felix Shaw, Have You Been Watching That Kind of Movie Again?

They all say a good woman is afraid of a persistent man, and this saying is absolutely true. Knowing that Edmund Foster’s family is all decent people, Felix Shaw resorts to this shameless tactic.

Mia Foster is quite helpless against his rogue behavior, yet she doesn’t want to blow things up and embarrass herself. With legal papers in hand, Felix Shaw isn’t worried about Mia running away. She maintains her routine of going to work and leaving afterward. During the day, she can return home to stay with her mother, but at night, she must come back; otherwise, he would follow her.

The thing Mia Foster can’t stand the most is this man’s strong desire. Every night, he insists on having his way, and not just once. Tonight was especially excessive. Just after they finished dinner, Mia Foster stood at the sink washing dishes. As soon as she washed the final pair of dishes and chopsticks, the man came in, wrapped his arms around her waist, and dragged her out.

"Felix Shaw, let go, what do you want?"

Mia Foster kept slapping the hands clasped around her waist, but he continued to drag her out of the kitchen, saying, "Let’s take a bath together."

"I don’t want to, let go of me..." Mia Foster continued to struggle. Felix Shaw’s hugging position was unique; he lifted her from behind, his large hands clasping her waist tightly, causing an asphyxiating feeling. Especially after just eating, this tight squeeze was very uncomfortable.

"Fine, let go," Felix Shaw indeed let Mia Foster go, but they were already in the bathroom. Grabbing her arm, he turned her and pinned her against the tiled wall, one hand clenched around her waist, the other propped against the wall.

Mia Foster...

Her chest kept heaving as she looked at his bloodshot eyes, loudly questioning, "Felix Shaw! Did you secretly watch those movies again just now?"

"No...Just watched a bit of a film," Felix Shaw muttered, his eyes falling on Mia Foster’s lips that kept opening and closing. His sexy adam’s apple moved up and down before he pecked at her lips.

He hadn’t been watching any unhealthy films, just those so-called foreign movies that had unhealthy scenes spliced in. Earlier, he saw the lead characters in a movie sparking flames in the bathroom, so...he wanted to try it out too.

Mia Foster kept dodging while pushing Felix Shaw’s chin away, feeling angry yet helpless, "It’s not even dark yet!"

"It doesn’t matter, it’s only the two of us at home," Felix Shaw’s lips and tongue fell on Mia Foster’s fingers that were pushing his chin aside, slipping them into his mouth, gently sucking. His tongue played sensually with them.

It’s said that fingers are connected to one’s heart, and the tingling feeling in her fingertips quickly spread through every nerve, converging and surging towards a certain spot.

Instinctively, Mia Foster withdrew her fingers, Felix Shaw’s handsome face was then buried in her neck, his lips and tongue teasing, leaving a profound mark with each touch. Initially, Mia Foster would resist and struggle, but after these past few days, she’d given up.

Because the more she resisted, the more excited this man would become. It’s said when men are excited, things end quickly, but Felix Shaw is not human!

The more excited he gets, the longer he lasts. And as he keeps going, he whispers things that she finds hard to voice, making her heart race uncontrollably.

So these days, Mia Foster has been convincing herself that since she can’t escape, why not just enjoy it as a matter of course? After all, his skills aren’t bad, and he serves her quite comfortably each time.

Thinking this way, Mia Foster stopped resisting, closed her eyes, and her fingers threaded through Felix Shaw’s short hair.

"Babe..." Felix Shaw couldn’t help but murmur as he entered, his handsome brows furrowing, seeming both enjoying yet straining, "Why so tight..."