Domineering Love novel Chapter 20

His simple gesture is actually very sexy, and at the same time a little evil. There must be a lot of teenage girls who would fall for him.

But Elizabeth only felt more and more dangerous, and then drew back defensively.

Robert Williams gently threatened her, "Come here, or you will drink this wine in a different way when I get there myself."

Elizabeth frowned, wondering what he meant by this.

Seeing that she refused to come forward, he got up and approached her with his long legs.

Elizabeth dodged, but he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the sofa.

He bent his knees over her legs and reached straight for the bottle.

"Robert Williams, what are you doing..."

He glanced playfully at the mouth of the bottle, and his other hand snatched up one of her thighs, “I told you to get over here and drink this, or you'll have to drink it somewhere else.”

Elizabeth took the hint – she finally understood and blushed from cheek to toe.

“You pervert! Robert Williams, let go of me!”

She struggled with her legs, but he was so strong that he refused to let go of her thigh.

Elizabeth, blushing with vexation, and obstinate in her entreaty, only growled at him, “You pervert! Let go of me! If you dare to... I'll kill you!”

Robert Williams meant it as a joke, but seeing her so frightened, it was as if she meant it.

He grew more and more enthusiastic. His fingers stroked the greasy skin of her thighs and said in an ambiguous tone, “If your top mouth won't drink, use another obedient one…”

"Kill me? I'd rather be crushed to death."

He could not control the force of his hand, and Elizabeth's skin ached as he pinched her, and her eyes grew moist with shame and anger. "Why should you save me, you're so... much more than those rascals! ” said she in despair.

Elizabeth thought she could resist it, but perhaps the wine had made her overcome with emotion, and she was caught off guard by tears.

She felt discomfited and turned away.

Robert Williams, however, let go of the bottle, put it aside, and wiped the tears from her face.

Elizabeth felt electric and instinctively tried to hide.

His palm was on her back, holding her in his arms, and his large hand clumsily wiped the tears on her face.

Elizabeth breathed more quietly, as if she were aware that Robert Williams was only teasing her, and did not mean to...

She listened to the sizzling sound between their lips and soon realized how dangerous the kiss could be.

She began to beat him desperately, banging her knee hard into the middle of his stomach. But it was of no use. His huge body was like a mountain pressing down on her, making her unable to move.

Robert Williams thought everything was all right at first, but it was as if her lips were tainted with an addictive poison, laced with honey, that he could not part with her.

When his hot palm reached into her inner thigh, Elizabeth bit his lip hard.

She blushed and said in a slightly aggrieved tone, “Didn't you say it's not fun to force things? You said you wouldn't force me. Can you keep your word?”

Robert Williams' hand rested on her soft, warm skin.

He was breathing fast and his eyes were full of lust.

He could not remember what he had said.

A woman with such a delicate taste, there was no chance she could escape him now.

It didn't matter if it was forced or voluntary.

His dark pupils gouged out Elizabeth as if he were going to tear her apart the next moment.