<h4>Chapter 511: Acting Cheap!</h4>


    He was smug, casting a sideways nce at E, a mocking smile curling at the corners of his lips.


    Wasn’t E so loyal to Eric? But at this moment, could she still resist?


    Mason was eager. E was a woman with explosive potential, but how would she perform in bed?


    E walked over slowly, her face dark and gloomy, without a hint of forced ttery.


    "Mason, do you really want to do this?"


    "Of course!"


    "You really want to sleep with me?" E sneered. "I’m a married woman with two kids. Aren’t you disgusted...?"


    E’s words were pointed. Herrge, dark eyes gleamed with coldness, but to Mason, those eyes were full of life.


    "How could I be disgusted? You may have two kids, but they were delivered via C-section. And besides, you’ve only had Eric as a man, while I’ve been with countless women. So, it’s actually me who got the better deal," Mason said, smiling wickedly.


    E scoffed. His reasoning, when it came to male-female rtionships, was indeed "fair."


    After all, he wasn’t a virgin, so he couldn’t expect her to be one.


    But E still wasn’t willing. She didn’t want her body to be tainted by such a man.


    "Come here now, my patience is limited!" Mason ordered coldly, his expression filled with arrogance and pride.


    E had no choice but to walk to his back, her slender hands gently pressing on Mason’s shoulders.


    She softly kneaded his shoulders, and Mason let out a satisfied sigh of relief.


    E bit her lip and slowly moved down his back, massaging some key pressure points.


    Mason smiled contentedly, then sneered, "Your technique isn’t bad. I’m guessing you used to give Eric a lot of massages, huh?"


    E hummed in response, her feelings unreadable.


    But Mason knew that E wasn’t in a good mood.


    She gave in so quickly, which surprised him a bit, but he also understood—children were extremely important to women.


    After all, a son was a piece of flesh from her own body. No matter how heartless she pretended to be, she couldn’t ignore his life or death.


    E’s technique was indeed good. Mason was sure she must have bought books on the subject to practice.


    Her hands were both flexible and strong. After finishing his back, she moved to the front. Her fingers pressed against his shirt, making a faint rustling sound.


    "Take off your clothes," Mason chuckled, suddenly feeling that his ns over the past few years were truly paying off.


    E didn’t speak. She silently began removing his ck coat, then the white sweater underneath.


    Mason was evil at heart, but he still had an attractive appearance. Once his clothes were off, his well-defined abs were revealed.


    She continued silently attending to him, though the coldness in her eyes grew more pronounced.


    When her soft hands pressed against his chest, Mason could no longer restrain himself. He shoved E roughly onto the bed.


    The desires he had suppressed for years instantly destroyed Mason’s reason. All he could think about was how possessing this woman would be the most satisfying thing.


    E gasped for breath as she was pushed down onto the pillow, the mattress sinking beneath her.


    The man pressed on top of her, hisrge hands roaming freely.


    E’s face flushed with embarrassment as she screamed, "Mason, stop right now!"


    Mason’s eyes were bloodshot as he panted heavily, forcefully pinning her hands down, and he pressed his lips onto hers, silencing any further screams she might have made.


    E’s eyes widened as she felt the man’s burning breath. Pleading was useless now.


    So, she had no choice but to use other means to protect herself!


    E’s hands were pinned down, leaving her unable to do anything else. She no longer resisted, lying limp like a dead fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of whoever was in control.


    Mason panted heavily, something wild swirling in his chest, wanting nothing more than to devour E whole.


    Seeing that she had stopped resisting, though he didn’t like women like her, he couldn’t help but want E, a woman he had wanted for a long time. There was no reason for him to back off now.


    He released her hands, trailing kisses down her beautiful corbone. The wet marks he left were tempting enough tomit a crime.


    Just as Mason was reveling in his victory, something cold pressed against his neck.


    "Mason, take me to see my son right now, or I’ll plunge this knife into you!"


    E’s voice was as cold as ice. Mason felt all his desires retreat instantly, reced by the sharp, cold pressure of the knife against his carotid artery.


    His eyes turned cold. "You dare?"


    "Why wouldn’t I dare? Mason, haven’t you seen the most ruthless side of me?" E giggled darkly, her eyes filled with both disdain and satisfaction.


    With a slight push of her hand, she drove the knife in an inch, making Mason gasp in pain.


    "Don’t even think about taking me down. My focus is all on you right now. If ites to it, we’ll go down together!"


    E chuckled coldly. Mason couldn’t help but look at her with new respect. In fact, if she justy in bed and did nothing, letting him have his way, she’d definitely get to see Elias.


    But for some women, their chastity seemed more important than their life, didn’t it?


    Mason panted, his face reddened with frustration, coldly staring into E’s icy eyes.


    E snapped, "Sit up!"


    Mason didn’t move, but his right hand suddenly seized her free hand!


    As long as he subdued her, he wouldn’t have to worry about the threat she posed!


    E had expected him to try something like this. With his left hand momentarily still, her left hand quickly mmed into his back with all her strength!


    Mason thought victory was within his grasp, but didn’t anticipate the sharp pain in his back. The spot she hit sent a wave of numbness through him, and he felt utterly powerless.


    Eughed evilly, "Sorry about that. I learned some pressure point techniques from a master, so your body will have no strength for the next four hours."


    Mason was shocked—he had no idea E had this kind of hidden skill.


    His grip on her right hand slowly loosened.


    Mason’s face was full of helplessness. "I never thought it would be this hard to sleep with you... E, you really surprise me. But I like it this way. A woman who’s obedient, I usually don’t care for. But with you, I can’t help myself!"


    E smirked, pulling the corner of her mouth upward. "You’re acting cheap!"


    He didn’t want the woman who came to him willingly, but the woman with a knife pressed to his carotid artery—he was obsessed with her.


    That’s what acting cheap meant. He might identally lose his life, but he was enjoying every second of it.


    "Get up now, take me to the airport to see Elias! Otherwise, don’t me me for being rude!" E pressed harder on the knife, the tip digging deeper, causing Mason to wince in pain.


    "Fine, I’ll take you. But you’ll have to let me dress you first."