My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 522

Yvonne's breathing hitched.

She had forgotten herself.

Since she had already lost what little composure she had in the first place, she might as well lose it till the end.

Yvonne grinned flirtatiously, "No, I'm not done just yet. From today onwards, you're officially my husband. It's only natural for me to stare as much as I please."

As soon as she finished, Jenkins's gaze darkened.

A moment later, Yvonne gritted her teeth, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed Jenkins.

The man did not respond, leaving their exchange wholly one-sided.

Unfortunately, Yvonne was barely experienced in this particular area herself, and she almost bumped into Jenkins's teeth several times when kissing him.

In a voice that was soft with a hint of seductiveness, she said, "Sir, a little reaction would be nice."

"Do you want me?" Jenkins's bass whispered in Yvonne's ear.

When he spoke, his hot breath blew onto Yvonne's earlobe.

Yvonne's felt her body go limp, her knees buckling a little for no reason.

"I do." Her voice became even more shy.

"Then beg me."

Yvonne bit down hard on her lower lip.

She had already gone this far, there was no point in pretending to be a virtuous lady anymore.

Yvonne lifted her gaze, a coquettish expression on her face, "Sir, please, I want you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jenkins's mouth crushed onto hers with force.

This time, Jenkins was the one leading.

Yvonne could only feel the whiff of strong male dominance engulfing her. All of a sudden, a sharp pain cut sliced her lips.

Jenkins was biting her lips.

Yvonne's heart tightened.

She knew that Jenkins had such a fetish.

This small action of lip-biting might not even be anything to him.

Since she had made her choice, she had to bear with it.

While enduring Jenkins's domineering kiss,

Yvonne suddenly tasted iron in her mouth.

The blood was a result of Jenkins' lip-biting.

The bleeding cut seemed to drive him even wilder, his skilled actions more urgent and tenacious.

He spun Yvonne around and pressed her against the windowsill so that her back was facing him.

As her body pulsed, both tingling and aching at the same time, Yvonne made a weak mental note that he liked to do it from behind.

The next instant, her dress was torn off her body.

Yvonne's heart hammered wildly as she shivered in fearful anticipation.

Rumors about Jenkins' sex life was a well-known gossip in the entertainment circle; there were claims that a woman had been driven mad by him in bed. Yvonne wondered how he planned to torture her afterward.

Then, at the most critical moment, Jenkins's movements came to an abrupt stop.

Yvonne was puzzled when she suddenly heard his voice ringing in her ears, "Do you like me?"

Yvonne's body stiffened.

She did not expect him to ask that at such a moment.

She was completely dumbfounded.

Jenkins could clearly gauge her reaction.

A flash of agitation crossed his dark eyes.

He loosened his hands and said, "Get out."

The two words coming from his lips never sounded colder.

A look of panic and regret washed on Yvonne's face.

She knew that she had offended Jenkins.

"Sir, I'm sorry. I..."

Jenkins did not listen to Yvonne's explanation, but simply strode off and left her standing in the cold of the room.

Yvonne slowly put on her dress that had been thrown to the floor seconds ago.

For quite a while, she stood there, completely stupefied.

Moments later, Yvonne walked into the bathroom and saw her own reflection.

The red lips on her pale face were particularly obvious, giving off strangely seductive vibes.

Yvonne touched her lips - warm, soft, but also very, very swollen.

Jenkins was like the devil.

She had to be careful when dancing with the devil.

She made another mental note to not annoy