Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1331

As soon as Sawyer sat down, he pulled Amelia into his arms which led to her sitting on his laps.

He held her waist steadily as he reached out with another hand to grab her chin. As a result, Amelia had no other choice but to look into his eyes.

"What do you want to do?" Amelia managed to come out with a question despite dealing with agonizing suffering. Her lust desire deep down in her body was driving her crazy. At this moment, all she needed was to stay as far away as possible from Sawyer's face. Her self-control was on the verge of collapsing. She could not risk doing anything that would bring shame to herself!

"I want to mark my territory." Sawyer secured her face in position before he landed a soft kiss on her cheek in the split of second.

It happened so fast that Amelia could not be sure whether he had in fact kissed her or not. Even if the kiss had not happened, his behavior was inappropriate after all!

"You..."

"If you were to scold me for taking advantage of you, it'd be better for you not to. I'm just trying to

help you."

Sawyer's whisper at Amelia's ear was inaudible for the crowd remaining. His crooked smile led everyone into believing that he was flirting with her.

At that moment, he took a pause before he pressed her flushing face against his neck. He then swept a glance at the surrounding before he declared solemnly, "Guys, she is my property now. For the time being, I don't have any intention of sharing."

As the men heard Sawyer's word, those who were attempting to take advantage of Amelia had to retract their hands in an embarrassment.

It was only then Amelia understood what he meant by marking his territory.

To put it simply, he misled those foreigners into believing that she was his favorite and hence, giving up any malicious thoughts of her. However, at the same time this also proved that Sawyer was someone highly respectable among his circle.

As Amelia was sinking in her thought, the overwhelmed itchiness and desire for intimacy again pulled her back to reality. She could not help shaking as if she was left wanting for drugs.

"You can bite my shirt if it is going to make you feel better." Sawyer's voice lingered in her ear at this

time.

Without hesitation, Amelia opened her mouth and bit his shirt collar in an attempt to vent her sufferings. Her hands were grasping onto his shirt so tight that her knuckles were turning red. It was definitely not the right time for her to flaunt her patience and endurance. As compared to being assaulted or in the worst case, murdered, Sawyer was her life saver for the time being.

Sawyer continued to circle her in his territory while engaging in conversation with others expressionlessly. It was only for those who knew Sawyer very well that he was not being himself. In fact, there were sparks of danger that flashed across his eyes from time to time.

He could feel Amelia's breathing at his neck. Occasionally, she could not help but let out of a soft groan during this period of time. Most importantly, he bet that those who were close enough would be able to smell the sweet scent of her body odor. He noticed that there were men who could not help glancing at her all the time. There was no way that this woman was going to survive unharmed had she ended up in the hand of others.

It hence appeared to him that he must speed up his unfinished business before the emergence of any unnecessary troubles!

It was at this time that Amelia stopped biting his shirt. She looked up at him with her cheek flushing red. All he could hear was her murmuring, "Quartley...l don't think I can hold it any longer. Please...Help me..."

Amelia's eyes remained clear and innocent even if her sanity was eroding due to the drug in her body. At the sight of this, Sawyer could not help but come to think that every men including him were too filthy for a woman like her!

On a second thought, he soon got rid of such thought. At the end of the day, she was going to put aside her dignity and plead him into wanting her repeatedly!

He intentionally asked the obvious, "How can I help you?"

Amelia cried out, "Slap me! Cut me! You can even burn me with a lighter! Please do something!"

Sawyer startled upon hearing this. He could not believe that she still thought of preserving her sobriety at this time.

All in a sudden, he thought of the first time he had sex with Sissi after getting her drunk.

He could still recall how Sissi and Patrick were madly in love with each other at that time. No matter how many times he tried to confess his love for her, she would never respond to him. However, all it took was a few glass of alcohol for her to surrender herself to him voluntarily. He would not forget the night when she moaned and called out his name repeatedly on the bed.

It was also the time when he had Sissi's virginity all by himself.

Despite the one tight slap that Sissi gave to him after the incident, she had not been turning him down since then. It was as if she too had indirectly assented to what was ongoing between the two of them.

According to his past experience, he was convinced that every women was pretty bad when it came to self-control. That was why Amelia's reaction at this time was completely beyond his expectation!

Sawyer did not take any further action after hearing her. It was hard to figure out what was on his mind as he stared at her. At the sight of this, Amelia was left with no choice but to pinch her arms with all her strength. It seemed as if this was far not enough to suppress her feeling. Hence, she repeatedly pinched the same spot of her arms in hope that the sensation of pain would be a distraction to her!

"Guys, I guess it's time to call it a day off. I would

like to excuse myself."

Sawyer smiled as he pressed the green button on his right. In the next second, a number of attendants came forward and began packing the cash and jewelry which were tabulated all over the table and the floor.

Sawyer then removed the first button of his blazer before he took out a black card from the side pocket. He handed it over to one of the attendants as he instructed, "Evaluate and convert them into dollars. Save the final amount into this card."

"Got it." The leading attendant immediately took over the card from him respectfully.

Sawyer lowered his glance at Amelia before he carried her in his arms as he stood up. His voice was loud enough to ensure everyone could hear him, "Now all I want is to go back to my room and have you all by myself!"

The surveillance camera of the club successfully recorded what had happened in the bathroom.

One of the security staffs immediately replayed the surveillance footage and paused at the scene where he had a clear image of the man's watch. The security staff could not help baffling, "The watch reflects an accurate time. Why must he be setting his watch all in a sudden?"

His discovery instantly drew attention of the rest of those who were on duty in the security room.

"Hurry up and look into it!"

In the midst of their hustle, all in a sudden one of the security staffs stopped googling altogether. He glanced up and said, "Oh, I think I figure out why did he do so. Don't you forget that he is a foreigner after all. He might be trying to set up his watch according to his local time."

The discovery which was once thought to be crucial and alarming a few seconds ago became instantly negligible. The one who first spotted the abnormality ended up getting teased by his colleagues in relation to his ignorance.

The attendant led Sawyer to a presidential suite before he spoke politely, "Mr. Quartley, this are the access card and key to your suite."

Sawyer reached out with the hand that was carrying Amelia's legs from the back of her knees to take over the key and access card. He then gestured the attendant to leave.

After the attendant left, Sawyer opened the room door gracefully before he carried Amelia to the bed. At this moment, every inch of Amelia's body was scorching hot. In the next second, he released his hands and dropped Amelia onto the bed.

Even so, Amelia landed on the bed unharmed since the bed was soft after all.

As soon as she was freed from his embrace, she curled herself into a ball on the bed. Her red heels were dangling on her feet unsteadily. Meanwhile, her hemline was flipped over to another side resulting in a large area of the skin of her legs being exposed in the air.

Sawyer caught a glimpse of himself through the reflection of the mirror from the corner of his eyes. Upon closer inspection, he could see her lipstick stain especially on the part of his collar which was wrinkled.

Mm..." Amelia swore that she had already tried her best to hold back herself from groaning. However, the reality was that she was both mentally and physically on the verge of breaking point.

Her groan immediately drew Sawyer's attention onto her again.

From where he stood, he could see that there were bruises scattering across her arms. Had he paid closer attention, he would have noticed that there were scratch marks left by her fingernails.

It was not hard to tell that she was struggling to maintain her sobriety. However, he believed that she was going to surrender herself sooner or later just like any other drug addicts who could never be successful in quitting altogether.

Sawyer had never touched any other women before other than Sissi. He was about to make an exception for Amelia as he reached out his hand to caress her reddened cheek. However, before he could land his land on her face, she reacted in time by shoving his hand away!

The first thought that came to Sawyer's mind was that the temperature of her hand that was soaring even if he only had a very brief contact with her skin!

Before he could respond to this realization, he was overwhelmed with fury for what she had just done!