American variety show: Sniper Elite

Chapter 169 Young Master Salong's Little Troubles
Beta walked toward the wine cabinet, the fresh bite mark on his right shoulder standing out prominently in the dim light.

The edges of the deep red teeth marks were tinged with a faint purple bruise, and on the slightly sunken skin, there were still some traces of moist saliva, marks left from the lovemaking with Katalia just now.

Katalia always did this, leaving various marks on his body with her teeth and nails when they were deeply in love. Sometimes it was a rosy kiss mark on his collarbone, sometimes a few thin scratches on his back, and more often, like now, she would bite him hard when he was most excited, as if she wanted to possess a part of him forever.

The amber-colored whiskey swirls in the glass, while ice cubes gently collide with the liquid, making a crisp sound.

As soon as Beta picked up his glass, he felt a warm breath coming from behind him.

Katalia had gotten out of bed sometime earlier, the silky sheets slipping off her body to reveal her smooth skin and slender waist. Like a feline, she moved closer silently, her body pressed against his back, her warmth seeping through his skin.

"Stop fooling around," Beta said in a low voice.

But Katalia ignored her and instead intensified her biting on his neck. Her lips were soft; she first gently sucked on Beta's neck, then nibbled with her teeth, sometimes increasing the pressure, sometimes lightly brushing it, like a mosquito craving blood, unwilling to let go easily.

Beta could feel her breath on her skin, carrying a faint scent of perfume and a sweet aroma.

He raised his hand to push her away, but Katalia bit his hand hard.

Katalia bit Beta's knuckles, grinding his fingertips together, and grinned mischievously.

Beta tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of whiskey. He turned and pulled Katalia into his arms. The whiskey swirled between their lips and teeth as Katalia swallowed the spirit, a soft whimper escaping her throat.

Beta released his grip.

Katalia slumped back onto the messy bed, her black hair spreading out across the snow-white sheets. She chuckled softly, her body trembling slightly with the rise and fall of the mattress, like a fish just released into the water, gently rippling in the afterglow.

Beta looked down at the willful woman and shook his head helplessly.

He picked up the half-empty bottle of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling gently inside the glass.

He walked to the bedside, and Katalia's long legs wrapped around him, her cold feet wedged around his waist, and with a forceful pull, she dragged him down onto the bed.

Beta slumped onto the soft mattress, nearly dropping the wine bottle from her hand.

He pressed his entire body against Katalia, feeling the rise and fall of her chest and her burning body temperature. Katalia smiled triumphantly, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her breath, scented with the aroma of alcohol, brushing against his neck, as if afraid he would escape.

Beta gazed at the woman in his arms and whispered, "You remind me of an animal."

"What animal?" Katalia tilted her head slightly, asking with some curiosity. Her slender arms wrapped around Beta's neck, pulling him deeper into her warm embrace.

Beta felt the tightening force and chuckled as he whispered in her ear, "Right now, you're like a beautiful giant spider."

His voice carried a hint of mockery: "Use a net to entangle the prey that has fallen into the trap, and then enjoy it slowly."

Upon hearing this, Katalia deliberately tightened her arms, bringing their bodies even closer. Her lips brushed against Beta's ear, her warm breath tickling his ear: "Would you like to experience what it's like to be eaten?"

Beta chuckled softly, his voice trembling slightly, a mixture of helplessness and indulgence in his laughter. But before he could say anything more, Katalia opened her mouth and bit his other shoulder without hesitation.

"Hiss—" Beta gasped, but did not push her away.

He could clearly feel the sensation of her teeth sinking into his skin, and then his moist tongue would gently lick the wound, as if to soothe it, or perhaps to savor it.

The newly added teeth marks echoed the lingering bite mark on her right shoulder, like some kind of possessive mark. Beta looked down at her: "Don't leave me with scars."

Katalia tilted her head back: "What? Afraid Ashley will see you?"

Her fingertips traced circles on the teeth marks: "Will she notice these marks when you hold her?"

Beta reached out and pinched her chin, gently shaking it. "That's right. If that were the case, the two of you would definitely fight." There was a hint of helpless amusement in his voice.

Katalia shook off his hand and wrapped her arms around his waist even tighter, clinging to him like a stubborn, beautiful snake: "Then let her see."

Her voice, muffled in Beta's chest, carried a hint of defiance: "She'd better know that you're already covered in my marks."

Beta sighed helplessly, letting her cling to him like a koala.

He propped himself up with one hand, and with the other hand groped on the bedside table, his fingertips touching the cold metal casing—his cell phone.

Katalia's weight made this simple movement exceptionally strenuous; her soft body pressed against his chest, her hair brushing against his chin, carrying a faint scent of shampoo.

"How am I supposed to make a phone call like this?" Beta complained in a low voice, but she didn't actually push her away.

The phone screen lit up in the dimly lit room, illuminating the intertwined figures of the two people.

He swiped his phone screen, his finger slowly sliding down the contact list, finally stopping at the name at the very bottom—Sterling.

After hesitating for three seconds, he pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear.

The first dialing ended automatically after a long wait tone, leaving only a busy signal in the receiver. Beta stared at the call duration displayed on his phone screen.

He pressed the redial button again.

The call was answered on the third ring, and Sterling's voice came through the receiver: "Who is it?" In the background, the rustling of the sheets could be faintly heard, indicating that the other party had been woken up from their sleep.

“Mr. Hat gave me this number.” Beta touched the bite mark on his right shoulder, his fingertips damp with a trace of undried saliva.

“I heard you have a professional team that can solve many special problems.” He paused for a moment: “Let me introduce myself, I am Saron Wick, the next heir of the Antonio family.”

The sound of mattress springs creaking came from the other end of the phone, followed by Sterling's hesitant voice: "Are you Saron Wick?" His voice was still hoarse from just waking up, but it already carried a hint of alertness.

Beta tapped his fingertips lightly on the rim of his glass: "Of course."

There was a brief silence on the phone. After about five seconds, the other party cautiously asked, "What is it?"

Beta placed the glass back on the table, the amber liquid swirling gently within: "I don't have my own professional team at the moment."

He chose a more subtle way of putting it: "So I'd like to hire you to handle some things for me."

After a pause, he added, "Of course, this is on the premise that both parties are willing to cooperate."

Sterling asked, "What is it?"

(End of this chapter)