Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina) novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Seraphina blurted out something she wasn’t even sure of herself, and to her surprise, Leandro just admitted it straight up.

With that, her curiosity was sated

Conway wanted to leave the hospital, and Leandro agreed. Conway wanted to move back to the old house, and Leandro agreed.

He knew that Conway’s return would be a handful and that the old house would need more caregivers, but he moved back anyway

At night, they naturally ended up in the same room just to put up a happy front for Conway

In reality, since Seraphina had agreed to marry him, she had braced herself for what was to come. But hearing Leandro’s response, she was still taken aback.

But she quickly recovered, put down her phone, propped herself up, and looked at the man in front of her without any defenses, asking. “How do we do this? What position? What movements? How long does it take?”

Hearing her mission–like tone, Leandro’s gaze remained deep, watching her face

Seraphina was trying to piss him off, knowing that it could go two ways. Either he got mad and left, not touching her again; Or he was ruthless and tough

on her

The latter was more likely for Leandro.

Sure enough, the next moment, Leandro grabbed her arm, flipped her over, made her kneel on the bed, and pressed against her.

He was strong, his movements rough, clearly pissed off by her.

Seraphina was prepared for the pain, but surprisingly, all of Leandro’s movements stopped.

She was already in a submissive position, but he just lowered his head and kissed her neck.

Her skin was slightly cold, and his warm lips made her body react.

“You don’t have to be so gentle,” Seraphina suddenly said. “Last time, Conway wasn’t here, and I didn’t resist you. Now that Conway is in the next room, I dare not disturb him, right?”

Leandro was evidently pissed off again.

The weight on her increased. But he kept kissing her incessantly.

Seraphina was flipped over, breathless from his kisses.

Compared to before, Leandro was surprisingly patient that night.

Seraphina had no intention of responding, but her body was pushed to the limit, and she reacted instinctively.

Sometimes she was lucid, sometimes she was hazy, always suppressing herself from making a sound.

At one point, Leandro leaned into her ear and said in a deep voice, “I told you, the room is soundproof. You don’t have to suffer like this.”

Suddenly, Seraphina opened her eyes and saw the man still on top of her.

It felt like a flashback, back to the summer when she was seventeen, in the same room, with the same man and the same words.

The same scenario, only that she was young, and he was careful not to take it too far.

But did it make a difference to her?

The only difference was that Leandro used to smile, and she was head over heels for that man who always had a smile on his face.