Chapter 388 Listen to me

Alana still wanted to keep the upper hand. “No, I’m the princess today. You have to listen to me...”

Stephan chuckled softly. She was already exhausted, yet she was still trying to hold her ground.

“Then let me serve Her Highness the Princess. How about that?”

Alana was easily lured into his trap and asked, bewildered.

“How do you want to serve me?”

“Just like this...”

Before Alana could react, Stephan had already eagerly kissed her...

Everything began to spiral out of control.

She didn’t know how much time had passed.

The waves churning beneath the water grew louder with each crash.

Alana couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his head, her slender fingers digging deeply into the roots of his hair.

He kissed her, his breath hot.

As if he were trying to steal every last breath from her.

Alana’s breathing grew ragged as she struggled to escape this suffocating embrace.

But her slender waist was clamped tightly by his iron-like hands, leaving her with no escape.

She had no choice but to surrender, drowning in his endless sea of desire...

Lost in the moment, oblivious to the world around them, they took no notice of anything else.

Nor did they notice that the door, which had been tightly shut, was now being silently pried open from the outside, revealing a narrow crack.

Darla peered through the crack in the door, watching everything unfolding inside, her eyes burning with excitement.

She clenched her fingers tightly, her fingertips digging deep into the palm of her hand. The searing pain washed over her, but she had no time to spare for it.

For what she saw before her was enough to drive her mad.

The hot spring pool was shrouded in mist, yet it could not conceal the two figures entwined together.

The girl faced the doorway, her hands clinging tightly to the man’s straining back. She tilted her head back, her face flushed.

Her red lips parted, her breathing now rapid and slow.

Like a drowning fish, she clung desperately to the only lifeline on her body.

Her face was beautiful and captivating; the flush at the corners of her eyes exuded a seductive allure, her gaze both innocent and lustful, filled with an enviable, intoxicating intoxication.

The man’s broad back completely shielded her petite frame; the power radiating from his spine, the taut muscles in his arms, and the surging waves of his physique all spoke to his formidable strength.

Darla bit her lip, her eyes fixed intently on him. Her beautiful face had twisted into an ugly grimace of jealousy.

When she had just opened the door, she never imagined she would witness such a provocative scene.

Nor had she imagined that Stephan and Alana would be so uninhibited together, letting loose like this right there in the hot spring...

She had spotted Stephan and Alana in the restaurant earlier and had been secretly following them ever since.

When she saw them enter a private bath and not come out for a long time, she’d planned to pretend she’d gone to the wrong room and push the door open.

But she never expected...

Hearing Alana’s uncontrollable moans.

Darla was seething with rage. How shameless!

It must be Alana’s shameless, deliberate seduction, that’s why Stephan was taking her in a place like this.

Her heart was filled with anger and jealousy; she had intended to close the door and slip away quietly.

But the scene before her was so shocking she couldn’t bring herself to move.

Like a sneaky little rat, she peered in to spy on everything happening inside.

She wanted to know just how skilled this man, Stephan, really was... how long he could make Alana moan.

She had once dreamed of being with Stephan; in her dreams, he was already quite formidable.

But in reality, she wasn’t sure.

But seeing the man’s dominance in that moment, and the dazed expression on Alana’s face...

Her heart raced, pounding violently in wave after wave, as if it were about to burst from her chest.

She even shamefully imagined herself as Alana in his arms at that moment, feeling his intense, suffocating adoration.

She asked herself honestly: she wasn’t any worse than Alana. Aside from being slightly less attractive, her figure and everything else were perfect... the kind of woman every man craves.

Countless men surrounded her, going to great lengths to please and fawn over her, all in the hope of spending a night with her.

But she couldn’t stand a single one of them.

Because none of these men gave her the same sense of masculine charm and sexual tension that Stephan did.

His looks and his physique were perfectly tailored to her tastes.

She realized clearly that her attraction to Stephan was purely physical.

She couldn’t imagine how excited she’d be if she were the woman in Stephan’s arms...

She didn’t think she was any worse than Alana. The fact that Stephan still felt nothing for her could only mean she was too prim and proper... not as uninhibited as Alana.

In private, Alana must be a very flirtatious and provocative woman, otherwise, how could she have ensnared Stephan so completely?

If she could be like Alana, perhaps Stephan would become captivated by her too... maybe he’d even...

Darla’s eyes were bloodshot, and her desires were running wild. Her mind had gone completely mad; she couldn’t wait to burst through the door right then and there to compete with Alana.

She wasn’t any worse than Alana, she knew how to seduce him even better than Alana did...

But what remained of her sanity held her back.

The girl’s soft moans and the man’s heavy breathing grew louder and louder, and the ripples in the bathtub grew more and more intense...

Darla bit her lip hard, struggling to suppress the urge to go in, and slowly closed the door.

Because if she didn’t close the door now, she feared she might...

The moment Darla closed the door, all the sounds from inside vanished.

Her legs went weak, and the images she had just witnessed played over and over in her mind.

Inside the room, Alana’s breathing remained ragged for a long time.

Her body went limp against the man, supported by his strong arms.

Stephan leaned in close, capturing her rosy lips in a kiss, grinding against her suggestively.

“My princess, how does it feel?”

How to describe it?

It was an indescribable sensation.

Stephan gazed at her rosy, beautiful face, a smirk playing on his lips. “Compared to last time, which one was more?”

Alana reached out and gave his chest a light tap, it felt soft and spongy, almost feeble.

Stephan chuckled softly, “Tell me...”

“It looks like both were pretty intense.”

Alana let out a soft moan and turned her head away.

“Next, let’s try something different.”

Alana turned back in shock. “Again?”

Stephan curved his lips. “We don’t come here often... how could we not have our fill?” With that, he turned Alana around so she was facing away from him.

He moved closer, his muscular chest pressing against her slender back.

Alana gripped the edge of the pool nervously. “You... don’t go too far.”

Stephan’s strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, his sharp jaw resting against her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin.

“I can’t help it, my princess...”

Clearly, the man had done his homework; he pulled out all the stops, and Alana was completely unable to resist.

One moment in the hot spring pool, the next on the massage chair... massaging her...

And there were quite a few accessories, all of which became tools to heighten his pleasure.

When it was over, Alana was completely drained.