Her voice was icy, laced with a warning.
Connor didn't budge. He just leaned on his arms, watching her.
His eyes were dark and intense, like a calm sea under a night sky. Beneath that calm surface, currents swirled, ready to erupt into a storm and drown anyone caught within.
Connor, of course, didn't get up. Instead, he kissed her again. This time, it was even more intense and fiery than before. His hand had already slipped under her clothes, boldly moving up from her waist.
"Connor, let go of me." Chloe's voice was tightly controlled. It was chillingly cold.
Her body was rigid, but Connor acted as if he hadn't heard her and kissed her even harder.
One hand defied her resistance, harshly grabbing her boob.
"Ah!" A pained cry shattered the silence.
Connor immediately sat up and perched on the edge of the bed. His hand covered his forehead, his eyes a mix of shock and resentment as he stared at Chloe, who was still lying on the bed, holding a small lamp.
At that moment, she had actually hit him on the head with a lamp!
Pain throbbed through his forehead.
Chloe also gracefully sat up. With elegant movements, she placed the lamp back on the nightstand. Then, propping herself up with one arm, she ran a hand through her naturally wavy hair.
Her voice was dangerously seductive, "Sober now?"
"You actually hit me!" Connor's eyes were filled with resentment. He looked like a pitiful puppy that had its tail stepped on and no outlet for his frustration.
"You acted like that. I have to. " Chloe responded lightly as if it wasn't a big deal.
"You actually hit me!" Connor repeated his words, his gaze still filled with disbelief.
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