“Oh, did I hit the mark? Haha!” Charlotte kept on mocking him, unaware that danger was approaching. She tried to focus on him, but she could still see doubles.
Sh*t. There are two of him? She pouted with a frown creasing her forehead while shaking her head to stay awake.
She's got some nerve to say that. How dare she mock me with disdain?
At that thought, he wrapped his arm around her waist, tossing his cigarette into the ashtray, and it fizzled out.
He never felt anything toward women for all his life, but that night, his lust awakened to the woman before him. Michael thought he might be drugged. As the desire kept flaring up within him, he decided not to hold back any longer.
In the blink of an eye, Charlotte was pinned down on the sofa with the man looming over her. “Well, there's only one way to find out,” he whispered.
As his scorching lips brushed past her ears, she could not help but tremble at the sensation. Satisfied with her reaction, he let out a smirk.
And then he kissed her lips, dancing with her tongue. Sounds of their pants and kisses resounded throughout the room.
Charlotte was getting drowsier while they locked lips, and her mind went blank. On her dazed face were lips as crimson as the setting sun, which made her look even more seductive.
Her scent kept assailing Michael, rushing toward his lower abdomen and burning his body up with the desire to mate. As he was overwhelmed by the urge to conquer, he clenched his jaw, and his eyes turned darker.
This woman is better than I have imagined.
Michael couldn't hold back anymore, and he wasn't satisfied with just making out. In a swift movement, he went for her neck and sank his teeth into it.
“Ow!” An electric current traveled up her brain and ran down her spine before spreading throughout her body. The sensation was numbing but also made her feel good at the same time.
Charlotte's eyes widened as she bit her lip, and her face turned scarlet when she felt the strange feeling coursing through her body. The man bit and sucked on her neck, and she trembled as he breathed down on her.
“No...” Unable to bear the feeling any longer, Charlotte instinctively tried to yell, but what came out was a soft moan instead, as if she was asking for more.
Michael sucked on her neck one last time before standing up. Then he stared at her with burning intensity in his eyes, not unlike how a predator would look at its prey.
The feeling went away as suddenly as it started, and she wondered why he stopped. With a look of complaint, Charlotte looked up at him, just like a little girl who lost her candy.
Her beautiful black eyes and scarlet face lit up Michael's desire again, and he desperately wanted to conquer her. A moment later, he scooped her up.
In a panic, she shook her head, panting. “W-Wait.”
“What for?” Michael smirked mischievously while he strode toward the bed.
His sexy voice goaded her, and her body heated up again. With her arms around his neck, she rubbed against him.
She felt comfortable when she came in contact with his cool skin.
“This feels good!”
Michael almost lost all restraint, but still, he held back with all his might.
Then he strode to the bed and tossed her on it. Due to the impact, Charlotte bounced on the bed, which made her dizzy.
He pressed down on her. “So you can't wait, huh?”
She could feel him breathing down her neck, and the warm breath electrified her. His voice rang within her head, making her heart pound.
“It's hot,” she complained while tearing her clothes away. By then, her face had turned pink as she rubbed against him mindlessly, her long eyelashes fluttering.
Michael squinted at her, puzzlement appearing in his eyes. Is she drugged?
Then, he reached out and caressed her scorching face, but the pleasant sensation made Charlotte rub against him more.
“It's so cool. So comfy.”
“Do you know what you're doing right now?” he questioned.
Charlotte felt him holding her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
Being taken away from her source of comfort agitated her, and she cursed, “I know, but damn me if I don't sleep with you tonight. I'm not going to shag that old b*stard. He's only one step away from hell, but he still had the audacity to ask me to bear his baby. As if! He can go to hell!”
She's someone's lover?
Michael glared down at her, murder welling within him.
Instantly, he got off her.
“You can't leave!” Charlotte grabbed him by his collar, forbidding him from escaping. After that, she turned around and exchanged positions with him, pinning him down and sitting astride on him.
“I will shag you tonight if it's the last thing I do!” she vowed bossily.
“I don't sleep with someone else's lover.” Michael glowered at her. His lust was bursting at the seams, but he was inexplicably enraged.
“I'm not someone else's lover! Bull! I-I'm still a virgin! D-Do you find me disgusting? Even a gigolo thinks I'm disgusting?” Then she bawled, tears and snot streaming down her face.
Michael's jaw dropped, and veins bulged on his forehead.
“Why? Why must I be so unlucky? After taking everything from me, they sold me to an old git as a baby machine! And now a gigolo is laughing at me!” She wouldn't stop crying.
Seeing the tears that streaked her face and her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, something stirred within Michael.
Strangely, he actually felt sorry for her. Pursing his lips, he made an attempt to console her in a stiff voice, “Don't cry. I wasn't laughing at you.”
“R-Really?” Charlotte stopped her sobbing and stared at him, looking cute as tears glimmered in her eyes.
For some reason, it melted his heart. “Yes.”
“Okay, so are you going to f*ck me, or should I do it?” She grinned and slid her hand into his shirt, caressing his chest. This feels nice.
Michael heaved a sigh and took a deep breath. “Don't move.”
Having said that, he grabbed her hand and stared at her with unbridled lust. Unexpectedly, she flung his hand away and tore his shirt open.
The buttons flew everywhere, but she didn't care.
“Well, guess what? Not only am I moving, but I'm also gonna bite you!” She leaned forward and sank her teeth all over his body, fueling his lust further.