Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn novel Chapter 24

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 24 We Haven’t Divorced Yet!

Lance raised Yvette’s chin with his slender fingers and changed the position of his lips. Lance tilted his head slightly so that their lips were tightly pressed together.

This strong kiss corresponded to his acting style. He was calm and self-contained, and yet domineering, not allowing others to oppose him.

He patiently licked her teeth until her mouth was filled with his male aura.

Yvette’s back was against the cold wall, but her lips were numb from the heat of his lips. The opposite feelings were torturing her.

She couldn’t help but tremble.

However, Lance’s kiss just became more violent. He wished that he could completely possess Yvette.

Yvette was scared to tears by him.

Why did he do this? Didn’t he like Yazmin?

Why did he still tease and kiss her?

Lance slowed down when he tasted the salty tears, but their lips were still stuck together.

He moved his thin lips and pressed them against her earlobe, letting out a warm breath. He cried out somewhat impatiently, “Yve.”

The moment he opened his mouth, his voice was extremely hoarse.

Yvette’s toes trembled. She wanted to cry even more.

She knew what it meant. He wanted her…

“Will you obey my will?” he asked hoarsely.

Yvette nodded with red eyes, not daring to provoke him at all. She was afraid of being thrown onto the bed in

the next second.

“Don’t make me angry anymore,” he added.

Yvette didn’t look at him. He continued to nod like a puppet.

However, Lance was unhappy. He pinched Yvette’s face and stared at her. He ordered, “Look at me.”

Yvette’s chin was firmly shackled by his slender fingers. There was nowhere to hide, so she could only look at

Lance.

The girl’s lips were red, swollen, and shining after the kiss. Lance’s eyes were deep.

She had always been gentle and obedient, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. Her sudden resistance

easily aroused his desire to conquer.

At the thought of the scene of her being with another man, Lance sensed a stir of anger and wanted to

fiercely possess her so that she could recognize who she belonged to.

Lance’s gaze was like that of a hungry wolf, making Yvette panic.

All of a sudden, Lance’s phone vibrated in his trousers.

Yvette let out a long sigh of relief. She was extremely grateful to whoever called. Seeing Lance still standing motionless, she couldn’t help but remind him, “Answer the phone. Maybe it’s Yazmin.”

She mentioned Yazmin to divert his attention and reminded Lance that the woman he loved was not her.

Although she knew it, she felt her heart being poked by a deer horn, sour and a little sad.

Lance pinched her chin and said in a low voice, “You want me to go to Yazmin’s?”

What else could be the reason for a woman urging a man to go out?

This thought made him go crazy.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his gaze fell on her fair-skinned neck. He suddenly bent over and picked her up, throwing her onto the soft bed in one step.

Yvette was still at a loss. She asked in a panic, “Lance, what are you doing?”

The man chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes. “What do you think I’m going to do?”

The expensive suit was immediately thrown under his feet.

Yvette’s face instantly turned red. He was so fierce…

She stuttered, almost begging for mercy, “I… I am injured.”

She had forgotten Lance’s terrifying possessiveness. He could not allow others to provoke him.

She wouldn’t have chosen this time to provoke him if she had a second chance. Her hands were injured. She

couldn’t even run.

“You don’t need to move.”

Lance said casually, his pitch-black eyes tinged with a touch of darkness.

He was still wearing a white shirt and a tie. He was dressed well, but his words were filthy.

Lance lowered his head and wanted to kiss her lips, but she tilted her head.

He directly reached out to pinch her delicate face, pressed his fingers against her lips, and said in a magnetic voice, “We haven’t divorced yet. This is my right.”

The tears fell from Yvette’s eyes like pearls, rolling down from both sides of her cheeks.

She gasped and cried uncontrollably. She cursed, “Lance, you are a monster. You bastard, you only know how