"Nathan Moore, don’t joke with about this, I will..." Titus Zane bit her lip, unable to finish her sentence, because she would take it seriously.
Because she had fallen for this man who often used violence on her in bed.
She knew she shouldn’t, but emotions are not so easily managed. She used to hate and fear him, yet unknowingly, her heart started to lean towards him uncontrollably.
Looking at the watery eyes in front of her, Nathan’s lips curved up even more, "How would you react?"
eting Nathan’s eyes filled with warmth, Titus Zane said, "I guess my father would break my legs."
The man who stole his darling daughter, her father would certainly not let her off.
Nathan’s expression turned stern, the warmth in his eyes replaced by a coldness, "Dare they! The woman of Nathan Moore can only be bullied by !"
"Nathan, do you still plan to bully ?" Titus Zane widened her eyes in disbelief, but it was obvious to Nathan that she was being coquettish.
After lightly pecking her pursed lips, Nathan let out a troubled sigh, "But what can I do, I am a man, you are a woman, it’s only natural for a man to dominate and bully a woman beneath him."
Titus Zane...
A line of frustration appeared on her forehead, this man, always says such provocative things without any hesitation.
And he says them so seriously.
Seeing that Titus Zane didn’t respond, Nathan’s handso face moved closer, pressing against Titus Zane’s ear. His laughter, while he caressed her, clearly had a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.
"Alternatively, you could try pinning down and have your way with ,"
The deliberately lowered voice was suggestive, evoking unhealthy images in her mind without effort—the bed scene, the man delighting in narrowing his eyes, while she, straddling the man’s lower abdon, galloping with all her strength...
Titus Zane believed the old saying that you beco influenced by your surroundings; she had not been in contact with Nathan for long, yet her mind was already conjuring such inappropriate thoughts.
Her ears felt hot, and her face was burning up, and those lips brushing against her ear were moving so faintly, while a tongue lightly swept her inner ears, inducing a ticklish sensation.
Titus Zane shrugged her shoulders and complained, "Nathan, can’t you be more serious for once?"
Every ti he spoke words that made her blush and her heart race, and then perford such provocative actions, and her... that fluttering heart, both yearned and feared.
It was a conflicting feeling.
She longed for his tenderness, but was afraid of going all the way.
After all, not every ti was beautiful, and many tis she woke from the nightmare of his sexual abuse.
Her earlobe grew hot as Nathan nibbled on it.
"No woman wants a man who’s too serious."
Looking into Titus Zane’s eyes, Nathan smiled with profound aning.
Titus Zane blinked confusedly, "Nathan, what does seriousness have to do with sex?"
"Ha!" A soft chuckle rose, Nathan exclaid, "Silly woman!"
It’s not her first foray into lovemaking, so how could she not understand such blunt words? Amid Titus Zane’s surprised gaze, with well-defined fingers, he pinched her chin gently, lifting it to facilitate the collection of her scent.
One hand wrapped around Titus Zane’s back, while the other intertwined with her fingers. The kiss was deeply passionate and inseparable, their tongues chasing and retreating from each other before entwining again. It was an aesthetically pleasing scene. He gently traced her outline, savoring her fragrance, and as the passion intensified, he turned her beside him on the large bed, both falling onto it, with their lips still tightly locked together.
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