Chapter 394

Andrew’s fingers struck with precision, targeting pressure points that sent waves of intense pain through Natasha’s body.

“Darling, no! Please, stop! I was wrong–I’m sorry! I can’t take it anymore. It hurts so much!”

“Ahhh! Stop it, please stop! Don’t do this anymore!” Natasha cried out, her voice switching between desperate wails and hysterical laughter as the unbearable pain pushed her to the brink.

The excruciating pain caused Natasha to writhe on the floor. She crashed into the couch and coffee table, making loud thudding noises that echoed through the room.

In the hallway outside, several heads peeked around the corner, intently watching Natasha’s door.

Conan led the group, his weathered face twisted with concern as he whispered, “Something doesn’t sound right about this.”

One of the West End enforcers chuckled. “Come on, can’t you tell? Madam is just having a good time!”

Another man with a scruffy beard joined in with a knowing chuckle. “Exactly! Madam Vostokoff has been a widow for so many years. She’s had her fair share of pretty boys, but Mr. Lloyd? He’s clearly the one she’s most satisfied with. Listen to those sounds–she’s practically breaking the ceiling!”

“My god, who would’ve thought someone as lean as Andrew could be so… impressive,” the scruffy man added with a laugh.

Conan frowned deeply and asked, “Are you sure those aren’t screams of pain rather than… something else?”

The scruffy man smirked. “Come on, Conan, you’re getting old. You wouldn’t understand the kind of fun we younger folks have these days. I bet she’s having the time of her life. That’s why she’s making those noises.”

“That’s right,” another enforcer chimed in eagerly. “Conan, you’ve got to let us take one of those clubs sometime. These days, it’s all about flipping the script–the more intense and painful, the more thrilling and satisfying it is…”

Conan remained unconvinced and muttered, “Even so, doesn’t she sound like she’s in serious pain?”

The scruffy man waved him off. “That just shows how much fun she’s having!”

Checking his watch, another enforcer whistled. "Ten minutes already? Mr. Lloyd’s got some serious endurance! Think about it–Madam Vostokoff is incredibly strong. Ordinary men couldn’t even dream of satisfying her. But Mr. Lloyd? He’s clearly got what it takes. Gotta respect that!”

Another thug glanced at his watch and his jaw dropped. “Holy crap, it’s been almost ten minutes! Mr. Lloyd’s stamina and control are insane! If it were me, I’d be done in twenty seconds at best–and that’s on my best day!”

The scruffy man shot him a look of disdain. “You? Please. If you had what it takes, you’d be the one in her room, not Mr. Lloyd.”

Conan’s face darkened as unease crept over him. Unlike the others, he could not shake the feeling that something was not right about Natasha’s screams.

Without another word, Conan stormed toward Natasha’s room, his steps quick and determined. Then, he kicked the door open with a loud bang.

The scruffy man and another thug scrambled after him, their faces lighting up with anticipation. They were sure they were about to walk in on a steamy, scandalous scene.

However, the moment the door flew open, the sight inside left them frozen in place, their jaws hanging open in shock.

Meanwhile, Conan erupted in rage. “Andrew, how dare you do something like this to Madam Vostokoff!”