Chapter 269 A Kiss and a Plot
It was seductive and hypnotic, and Anastasia was dumbfounded for a while.
Anastasia struggled as if her life depended on it, unwilling to lose her sense of self in those eyes. However, right then, the man was already reaching out greedily and touching her exquisite face. “Miss Tillman, it’s such a wonderful night. It will be a pity if we don’t do something romantic.”
Anastasia was in Elliot’s arms now, enveloped in his fragrance. She was invaded by the fiery light in the depths of his eyes, letting down her guard a little. She fought to get her sense of reason back and reached out to push him away.
However, in the next second, the man lowered his gaze and cut off all her chances of escape. He kissed her forcefully, his tongue exploring her mouth and stealing her sweet essence.
This is horrible! Anastasia thought, but she felt her determination wavering. She was also holding back when she pushed him just now. What’s going on?
Anastasia couldn’t help but curse her hesitation, which was why this man thought her a vulnerable victim. That was why he would take advantage of her in the corridor in the middle of the night. But this man’s kiss wasn’t something she hated.
She actually experienced a sense of wonder and expectation. This man had dug out her hidden excitement and awakened her sleeping passion.
The kiss was like a fire that burned Anastasia’s reasoning away. Some time later, in addition to their already loosely clothed bodies, the man’s more dangerous spot had startled Anastasia back to her senses. She would only permit one kiss, and anything further than that would be considered crossing the line.
“It’s getting late… Go to sleep!” Anastasia struggled and finally broke free of him, then turned her back on him, expressing her rejection with her entire being.
Elliot didn’t force her. He just leaned in close to her ear and spoke in his alluring voice. “Whatever we left off tonight, I will continue in my dreams.”Anastasia felt her mind explode. This man even wanted to dream of such things? When she turned around, only the aura of the man’s hormones remained. The man himself had left.
It was just one sentence, but Anastasia couldn’t stop blushing about it.
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