Chapter 273 Help take care of the child

Chapter 273 Help take care of the child

"It's not like that..." Sienna tried to argue.

Without giving her a chance, Sam began to move forcefully.

The implicit anger made his actions more fierce. Sienna was hit until she couldn't help but cry. Sam's behavior of kissing her chest was almost like biting, with a posture as if he wanted to crush her like a toy.

After making love on the sofa for a while, Sam didn't feel satisfied. He carried her to the bedroom and continued. 

The sounds of gasping and moaning intertwined, and Sienna's moans changed tone with Sam's thrusts, unable to distinguish between stimulation and exhaustion. Anyway, the orgasms were intense and frequent, leaving her world in a mess.

As the sensation in his lower body grew, Sam knew he was about to ejaculate. He adjusted Sienna into a position conducive to conception, thrust his penis deep into her vagina without caring about anything else, and only after ensuring the cervix was open, he released his all.

The scalding liquid washed the fragile walls of her uterus, shooting six or seven times before finally ending. Sienna bit her lips tightly, tears streaming down her face.

It was seriously painful.

After the lingering pleasure of the climax faded slightly, Sam finally withdrew. He wasn't in a good state either. A person who rarely sweated had beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, showing how much energy he had just expended.

He hugged Sienna from behind, and the two of them fell onto the bed, adjusting their breathing.

Her back was itchy, and it turned out that Sam's slender and sharp fingers were casually stroking her naked back, a warm and casual gesture that at least indicated he was in a good mood.

Male creatures after satisfying their desires are usually more agreeable.

Sienna tentatively spoke, "Master, I want to go out to work."

The slight itch on her back disappeared instantly. Sam, behind her, spoke hoarsely, "Isn't it good at home?"

Sienna replied, "It's not that it's not good, it's just a bit boring."

Sam said, "If you want to buy something, you can call the number on the table, and someone will deliver it."

Sienna carefully chose her words, "But I still need to live. I can't just spend your money all the time."

Sam's warm chest pressed against her, his arm around her waist. "It's okay."

"No," Sienna shook her head, "I need to earn money to support myself."

Sam chuckled softly. "I can support you."

With that, Sienna felt something hard pressing against her buttocks.

Since he had a reaction, of course, it had to be put to good use. So Sienna was pressed down on the bed for another round of lovemaking, this time lasting longer and more exhausting. 

Sam wasn't easily satisfied as he had been in the first round. He didn't ejaculate until Sienna almost fainted.

Having been drained of all her strength, she was so tired that she just wanted to sleep. But Sam wasn't willing to let her off easily, dragging her back to the previous topic.

Sam asked, "What kind of job do you want?"

Sienna's mind was unclear, responding purely by instinct, "Can I go back to the group?"

The voice in her ear suddenly turned cold, "Are you still thinking of filming porn? Do you know how I felt when I saw you at the interview last time?"

Sienna mumbled, "But I want to work with you."

The room fell silent for a moment. Sienna was about to fall asleep when she heard Sam ask, "Then what do you want to do?"

With a silly smile and closed eyes, Sienna replied, "Of course, I want to become a top star, win awards, marry a handsome rich man, and reach the pinnacle of life!"

"You want to act?"

"Yes."

"I'll figure something out."

Sienna regained some clarity, "But Sexual Madness Group is an adult film company. Even if it transitions, it can't be that thorough, right?"

Sam lightly nibbled on her earlobe, "I said, I'll figure something out."

"Okay..."

"You've made me hard again."

"What?"

Sure enough, she was responsible for getting Sam's penis erect again, so she had to lie on the bed with her buttocks raised high. 

It wasn't until later, when Sienna's throat was hoarse and her waist was about to break, that she realized belatedly that Sam's 'desire' seemed to have nothing to do with her. She was so tired at the time that she was almost falling asleep. Where did she have the energy to arouse him?

She unjustly bore the responsibility, but even the strength to defend herself was drained.

Sam was cunning, too cunning!

Living shamelessly with Sam for a week, one afternoon Sienna suddenly received a call from Matthew.

She was really amazed. She had told no one her new number, but it seemed like everyone knew, just like a small advertisement on the street, everyone could find her if they wanted!

When the call came in, Sam happened to be present. She didn't have the courage to talk to Matthew sneakily in front of him, so she had to put it on speakerphone.

Matthew always had a smile in his voice, "Sienna, come to my house for dinner tonight."

She nervously glanced at Sam, and seeing no obvious displeasure from him, she cautiously replied, "Are you not busy lately, Mr. Moore?"

"No," Matthew was indeed very clever on the other end of the phone, and he smiled, "Is Mr. Johnson next to you? Perfect, saves the trouble of calling again. You two should come together."

Sienna thought Sam would refuse, but he unexpectedly agreed with a nod. They quickly arranged the time and place. Sienna checked the map and found out it was also a wealthy villa area in the city.

The decadent smell of capitalism.

As the time approached, Sam picked two bottles of red wine from his collection, drove Sienna to the dinner.

The villa area was shaded by green trees, and the sunlight poured down. Although the residential area where Sam lived had excellent greenery in the city, it still couldn't compare to these estate-style residences in the suburbs.

Sienna clicked her tongue in awe as she looked around.

Sam, in the driver's seat, glanced at her through the rearview mirror, "Do you like it here?"

Sienna hesitated, "It's okay."

Sam said, "If you like it, I'll move you here."

Sienna was shocked. "You have a house here too?"

Sam chuckled lightly, "Just for the convenience of working in the city center."

Sienna fell silent. She realized she always underestimated the financial power of the people around her. When she found out Floyd was from a wealthy family, she was shocked for a while, but now she had become indifferent to it.

After several turns, they finally arrived at the agreed location. Matthew was already waiting at the front door. When he saw the two of them, he smiled and greeted them, "Welcome."

He was dressed particularly handsomely today, without any deliberate grooming, but he looked tall, with handsome features.

Sienna was about to go over to say hello when Sam pulled her back by the wrist.

Sam's tone was cold. "I have something later tonight, we'll leave after dinner."

Matthew wasn't upset either and still smiled, "Alright, it's been a long time since we've seen each other, just wanted to catch up. Mr. Johnson, don't think too much about it."

Surprisingly, the villa was quiet inside, with no sign of a chef or servants. The whole hall was empty, although the furniture was all there, it lacked liveliness, clearly not a place where people lived often.

"Uncle Matthew!"

As Sienna looked around, she suddenly heard a voice coming from above. A boy who looked only five or six years old stood on the second-floor corridor, looking at them warily.

Sienna, who usually wasn't fond of children, felt her heart skip a beat.

He was so cute, especially when he put on an adult expression, he was even cuter.

The little boy furrowed his brows, looking quite displeased. "Is this the woman you want to marry? She's really ugly."

Sienna fell silent. Turned out he was really a naughty kid.

"This is my sister's child, Quinn Puckett," Matthew sighed sincerely, "Family is always troublesome."

Sienna was surprised, "Mr. Moore, you have a sister? Why have I never heard you mention her before?"

Matthew explained, "My family's concept of kinship is quite thin. My sister has been living abroad, and she only returned a few days ago. As soon as she came back, she left Quinn with me to take care of and went abroad again to handle her divorce."

"I see." Sienna glanced at Quinn upstairs again, sincerely admiring, "But he doesn't look mixed-race at all, he looks a lot like you. Such enviable genes."

Quinn sneered, "Are you really talking about genes? It seems you're not only ugly but also stupid."

Sienna thought to herself, 'Don't let me catch you, or I'll beat you to death.'

Matthew looked up and smiled, "Come down if you want to eat, go back to your room if you don't."

Quinn seemed a little afraid of him, bit his lip, hummed, and then came down. He was wearing overalls shorts, a meticulously ironed children's shirt on top, and even had a bow tie around his neck. It was a bit ridiculous for such a young child to dress so formally, but it unexpectedly matched his serious frowning expression.

He was not even as tall as Sienna's waist, but he solemnly performed a gentleman's greeting to Sienna, then tried to kiss the back of her hand by holding her two fingers.

However, the kiss landed on Sam's hand instead.

At the critical moment, Sam covered Sienna's hand with his own, accepting the loud kiss.

The scene became a bit awkward.

Sam wiped his hand with a handkerchief, raising an eyebrow. "Matthew, are you trying to get us to take care of this kid?"

Matthew showed a slightly embarrassed expression, "Avalon Realm has an academic conference, and I have to go. I'll be back in a week at the earliest. If you're willing, you can take him, or if you find it troublesome, you can move in."

Sienna stole a glance at Quinn, who appeared stubborn but clearly paying full attention to their converstaion. He lookded so pitiful. 

"I don't know how to look after kids," Sam said coolly.

Matthew smiled. "Just make sure he doesn't die."

Sienna's eyes widened. What kind of condition was that? Even a pet would get better treatment, right? Feeling sorry for the little boy, she gently tugged at Sam's sleeve, her eyes pleading.

Sam rubbed his forehead. "Forget it, let's eat first."