Rena's vision was obscured.

She could see nothing as he kissed every inch of her body.

A slight tremor of fear coursed through her, and all she could do was call out his name again and again, her voice husky.

“Waylen...

Waylen...

Waylen... Way... Len...

Rena was drenched and seemed to be just pulled out of the water after the intense sex.

On this night, although she had been intimate with Waylen before, this man gave her yet another unprecedented experience, which overshadowed everything she knew.

Soon, the lights were turned on.

But Waylen didn't stop kissing her. When he finally pulled away, he appreciated her flustered face.

"Rena, you look so beautiful just the way you are. Don't you want to see yourself?"

Rena covered her eyes and shook her head shyly.

No! She didn't want to see her blushing face at all.

Unfortunately, Waylen wasn't asking. He scooped her up by the bum and carried her straight to the bathroom. Rena leaned on his shoulder and bit his shoulder hard, but the man still ignored her feeble protests.

The next moment, she felt the cold porcelain of the wash basin being pressed against her back. Waylen wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her around to face the mirror, appreciating her natural beauty.

“Rena, your face is even redder now."

He whispered shameless flirtatious words in her ear.

Rena was so embarrassed that she wanted to run away, but the moment she tried to avert her gaze, the man stopped her.

Her delicate chin was pinched and raised, forcing her to look at the mirror.

Of course, Rena knew that she was a mess now. Her neat dress was crinkled up a little, her hair was disheveled, and her face was as red as a tomato.

Rena knew that he wouldn't sleep with anyone casually, but he was still from that social circle teeming with rich players.

She suspected that Waylen knew women better than men Like Roscoe.