Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 110

I was so out of it that I didn’t even know where I was at that point. The only thing that mattered was that the hand around my neck felt cool and refreshing. I felt a sudden urge to press myself against him to cool myself down. That was a unique quality that men had that aroused my passions.

As he lowered me onto the bed, I felt that something was off but could do nothing about it as I felt so weak that I was unable to move an inch. A pair of large hands began massaging my cheeks and body. It felt divine as I moan in satisfaction and begged for more. I edged myself closer to the man with the icy cool body before me, wanting nothing more than to snuggle up against it.

“I’m feeling so hot…” I murmured.

“Oh my, that really turned me on. I didn’t think you had it in you, Yvonne. You usually look so innocent. And it’s really sexy how you wriggle around like a little snake when you’re aroused.”

The voice was familiar but at the moment I can’t quite place where I’ve heard it before, but it wasn’t important. The only thing that mattered at that moment was to bring my body temperature down. Instinctively, I burrowed myself in the coolness of his embrace.

“There’s no need to rush. I will have you begging for mercy soon.” The man’s voice dripped with malice. His calloused hand stroked my body and it tingled pleasantly. His touch felt magical as they glided over my silky skin. Trembling in anticipation, I threw back my head to let out a primal noise deep in my throat.

I heard the rustle of my clothes being removed. The next moment, I was shoved onto the bed. The sheets felt blissfully cool against the blistering heat of my bare skin. Could it be Christopher? I opened my eyes as wide as they would go, but all I could see was the blurry image of a figure.

I had wanted to call out Christopher’s name, but I was dimly aware of the hazard of calling out his name under a state as intoxicated as this. The sharp odor of alcohol pierced my nostrils, along with the dense scent of his cologne. It was only when he was attempting to lift my skirt up that I realized that the man wasn’t Christopher.

In a flash of clarity, I deduced that it wasn’t Christopher as his typical scent of tobacco and mint were absent. The shock of that realization was enough for me to completely regain my senses as I attempted to shove him off of me as hard as I could.

“Who are you?” I demanded. “Let go of me!”

“Stop resisting,” the man growled as he leaned his full weight on me against the bed.