Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

“What do you mean? Last night you cupped my face and kissed me, so shouldn’t you have watched yourself too?” Elliot asked in a hoarse voice because Anastasia had taken quite the initiative last night.

Anastasia blushed as she struggled to explain. “Last night… I-I wasn’t myself. I don’t remember anything from last night.”

The man snorted. “Oh, really? Shall I help you remember?”

“No-“Before she could finish, the man had already made the decision for her. His thin lips began to tackle her red lips forcefully. Instantly, her mind went blank. If this man wanted to kiss her, he should just say so instead of coming up with so many excuses.

However, for some reason, every time this man kissed her, she would panic and resist at first, but she would soon lose all sense as the man kept going. As her face and ears went a deep red, she could almost taste the happiness of a kiss.

No… She absolutely refused to admit that kissing him was even a tad enjoyable. Finally, save for the kiss, she had also felt a sense of danger from the man.

Anastasia began to panic, for if she allowed Elliot to go on, the consequences would be unthinkable.

“Mm…” Anastasia reached up and hit his back but found that his back was so hard that her own fists hurt.

Elliot broke the kiss, but he didn’t get up to release her. Instead, he admired the woman with messy hair in his arms, for she looked like an alluring fairy. However, when he remembered how that jerk had treated her in a similar way, he felt the urge to kill rising within his heart.

Out of nowhere, Anastasia felt pain in her scalp, and she realized that strands of her hair were stuck on a button of the man’s shirt. The man realized it as well, so he lowered his head and gazed at her with a cunning look. “Undo it yourself.”

Anastasia’s scalp was getting numb from the pain. Soon, she proceeded to pull at her hair, but the strands wouldn’t budge. In the end, she would have to undo the button.

Hence, she could only blush as she undid the third button of the shirt. In an instant, her sight was filled with the man’s firm, honey-colored chest. She hastily averted her gaze, refusing to look.

“Are you satisfied with my figure?” the man asked in a teasing manner.