Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 118

Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper

Chapter 118 Collapsing Bottom Lines

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Andrew had been furious and stern just a moment ago, but now his heart ached sharply. He immediately spoke in a hoarse voice, “Fine, you can ruffle it.”

As he said this, he even took the initiative to place her hand on his head.

Walter fell silent as he watched this.

Andrew, where’s your bottom line…

Noticing Walter staring at them in shock and curiosity, Andrew’s face darkened instantly. He pinned Walter with a glare that dripped with icy, lethal intent. “Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyes out!”

Walter turned around silently, just like everyone else in the living room, facing away from the two of them.

“Andrew, your head feels so soft to touch,” Margaret slurred, her hazy eyes fixed on him.

She was already stunningly beautiful, but usually, her face was cold and indifferent-noble and aloof like an empress, seeming completely unapproachable.

But now, her little face was flushed pink, lacking that distant coldness, looking both beautiful and adorable.

Andrew’s eyes were fixed entirely on Margaret, filled with doting light as he let her ruffle his hair into a mess. He even seemed to be enjoying it.

Margaret sat on Andrew’s lap, and one of her restless hands slipped into his shirt.

She looked infatuated and enchanted, murmuring, “Andrew, you smell so good. I really want to devour you -leave not a single bone behind…”

Andrew didn’t stop her. He let her hand slide into his shirt, feeling the warmth of her hand touching his skin.

“Wow, Andrew, you have such a great body-I’m obsessed!

“Andrew, come on, let me feel-see if your muscles are real,”

A weird little grin spread across Margaret’s face, all flirty and sultry-she looked like a stunning little fox.

When Margaret was drunk and acting out, not even she knew what she’d do next.

Right now, all she wanted to do was tease Andrew because he was too handsome, his blood smelled too sweet, and she really wanted to devour him…

Even though she asked Andrew if she could touch him, she didn’t wait for his answer before stretching her hand toward him.

She smiled mischievously, flirty and alluring. “Andrew, tell me-do you have eight-pack abs?”

Watching Margaret morph into such a little tease, Andrew pressed his thin lips into a tight line. He just fixed her with a frosty stare, not a single word passing his lips.

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Chapter 118 Collapsing Bottom Lines

Andrew’s lack of resistance only made Margaret bolder.

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“Andrew, I like you so much. If you weren’t so weak, I’d keep you in bed for three damn days and nights straight…”

Andrew and Walter both fell silent.

Upon hearing her words, a faint flicker of desire crossed Andrew’s previously calm eyes. He thought of the ambiguous scene in the bathroom last night…

“Maggie, don’t touch there…”

Feeling the change in his body, Andrew acted quickly to grab her hand, not daring to let her touch him anymore. Otherwise, he would lose control.

He held her hand tightly, pinning her whole body in his arms to keep her still. “Maggie, can I kiss you?”

His hoarse, sexy voice, slow and drawling, held a bewitching charm-like a big bad wolf coaxing a little white rabbit.

His voice held an intoxicating, honeyed beauty.

Margaret was already dizzy, and after hearing his voice, her head spun even more violently.

She nodded obediently, her eyes hazy with drunkenness. “Mmm, I’ll listen to Andrew. You can kiss me…”

Her blushing face and red lips looked so tempting, inviting someone to kiss them.

A hint of pride flashed in Andrew’s eyes. Maggie is so easy to fool.

At that moment, a crazy and dark thought popped into his mind… I really want to get her drunk every day…

But that would take a toll on her, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was torn, so torn.

Then, in the blink of an eye, his indecision vanished-because the girl perched on his lap leaned in and kissed him.

The touch was soft and… addictive!

“Good girl, kiss me again, okay…” He coaxed greedily.

“Mmm…” She obeyed, leaning in to press her lips against his cold, thin ones once more.

At the same time, one of her hands slipped into his shirt again, restless as ever.

“Maggie, take your hand away!” Andrew’s steady breathing began to grow ragged. That cold, impassive face of his looked even more stunningly demonic in that split second.

“Don’t touch!” His voice was laced with anxiety.

“Andrew, you’re being mean to me…” She looked at him with a wronged expression.

Andrew’s composure was completely shattered by Margaret. Now he was just a bundle of nerves, pure and simple. He squeezed her hand hard. “When was I mean to you?”

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Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper