Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 511: Acting Cheap!

Chapter 511: Acting Cheap!

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

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

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

Ella walked over slowly, her face dark and gloomy, without a hint of forced flattery.

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

"Of course!"

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

Ella’s words were pointed. Her large, 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.

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

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

But Ella 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.

Ella 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.

Ella 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?"

Ella hummed in response, her feelings unreadable.

But Mason knew that Ella 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.

Ella’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 plans over the past few years were truly paying off.

Ella didn’t speak. She silently began removing his black 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 Ella 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.

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

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

Ella’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.

Ella’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!

Ella’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 Ella whole.

Seeing that she had stopped resisting, though he didn’t like women like her, he couldn’t help but want Ella, 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 collarbone. The wet marks he left were tempting enough to commit 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!"

Ella’s voice was as cold as ice. Mason felt all his desires retreat instantly, replaced 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?" Ella 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 it comes to it, we’ll go down together!"

Ella chuckled coldly. Mason couldn’t help but look at her with new respect. In fact, if she just lay 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 Ella’s icy eyes.

Ella 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!

Ella had expected him to try something like this. With his left hand momentarily still, her left hand quickly slammed 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.

Ella laughed 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 Ella 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... Ella, 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!"

Ella 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 accidentally 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 blame me for being rude!" Ella 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."