When South Grant was pressing down on Nathan Foster, she dared not relax, but it wasn’t that easy to hurt Nathan either.
This was because South Grant was sitting in a rather particular position.
Nathan Foster was at the age when emotions ran high, and with South Grant sitting on him like this...
In such a situation as this...
By the ti South Grant realized it, her eyes widened.
"Beast!"
The anger in South Grant’s eyes was so obvious, completely different from her usual bantering when she called Nathan a beast.
In retrospect, when South Grant called him a beast before, it almost seed flirtatious, starkly different from now.
Nathan Foster, hearing her call him a beast, raised an eyebrow and looked South Grant up and down, saying casually:
"The beast now isn’t ."
Now it was South Grant pressing down on him, sitting on top of him, holding Nathan Foster firmly, as if South Grant was the one forcing Nathan.
If anyone was to be called a beast, it wasn’t Nathan Foster.
At this mont, South Grant wished she could eat Nathan Foster’s flesh and drink his blood.
Hearing the teasing in his words, South Grant leaned down and bit heavily on his shoulder through his clothes.
South Grant used a lot of strength, biting down so hard that Nathan Foster’s shoulder started bleeding.
In pain, Nathan Foster flipped over and pinned South Grant beneath him.
He gripped South Grant by the throat, her mouth now tinged with blood, making her lips appear especially vivid.
Nathan suddenly recalled sothing Vincent had once told him.
He said if South Grant’s secondary personality ever appeared again, Nathan should provoke her secondary persona.
Anger her, make her lose control, only then could he find her flaws and weaknesses.
Nathan squinted at South Grant, realizing this secondary persona wasn’t afraid of death and few things could make her lose control.
However, Nathan soon discovered her weakness, releasing his grip on her throat.
Then, Nathan’s hand slid down, grazing her collarbone.
A slight flick of his fingers, and he popped open the buttons of her nightgown.
South Grant’s eyes widened.
Nathan’s hand was like fire, tracing along her collarbone, igniting a fla.
One by one, the buttons ca undone, revealing her skin in front of Nathan’s eyes.
South Grant tried several tis to break free, but was firmly pinned down by Nathan, unable to move.
Nathan stared into her eyes, his large hand moving down along her collarbone, deliberately squeezing her sensitive spots.
"You said you’d make pay with my life?" Nathan’s dark eyes held a wicked smile, as his words were followed by his hand reaching the edge of her pajamas. "Do you have the ability to take my life?"
"Beast!" South Grant roared, eyes blazing.
Nathan rely laughed, "But, I can teach you a way to take my life."
As he spoke, Nathan leaned closer, his voice hoarse as he whispered in her ear:
"You’re a woman, in bed you yourself are a knife; do you want to accompany you for a trial? To see if you can kill with it?"
Saying this, Nathan reached to pull down South Grant’s pajamas, but it was as if South had suddenly lost control with a burst of unimaginable strength, breaking free from Nathan.
"I’m going to kill you! You executioner! I’ll kill you to avenge my child!"
Nathan was shocked by her final words.
As South Grant lunged at him, he held her tightly in his arms.
Frowning, Nathan gazed at the irrational South Grant.
"Child, what child?"
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