002 Spark

Annie's hand was held by him as they walked through the luxurious entrance of the Four Seasons hotel, and crossed the splendid and opulent lobby.

The lobby manager respectfully approached and addressed, "Mr. Gwilliam—"

He simply nodded, pulling her along as they continued forward. Crossing the lobby, they stepped into the elevator. The numbers on the elevator continued to jump until they couldn't ascend any further, finally coming to a halt. The elevator doors opened to reveal a luxurious red carpet, followed by an endless corridor.

His hand was dry, contrasting with her hand, which was sweating profusely. Her body felt anxious and hot, yet her small hand was ice-cold, as if just pulled out of icy water. She didn't dare to look at him, inferring from their hand contact and his composed strides that he was much calmer than her. Perhaps, what was about to happen seemed as ordinary to him as having dinner.

Inside the car, he merely kissed her, pressing his lips against hers without moving, seemingly wanting to feel the touch of her lips without any deep involvement. Then, he departed, releasing her. Relaxing and leaning lazily, he closed his eyes as if her charm was only enough for him to taste. If that were the case, it should be fine. Yet, she felt somewhat fearful; his apparent lack of significant interest in her made her worry about her father's business...

While she was lost in her thoughts, the door opened and then closed.

She followed him into the room in a daze, not realizing they had entered the room until he rudely pushed her against the door. The door was hard, causing her pain upon impact. She frowned, and he pressed down on her, his towering figure like a heavy beast looming over her. His slightly cold lips carried a hint of heat as they suddenly pressed against hers. Unlike before when he was motionless, this time, he was aggressive. His tongue forcefully swept over her upper and lower lips, causing her to tremble slightly under his wild attack.

The stark contrast in passion left her in a daze, unable to react properly. What was happening? Weren't they just walking fine moments ago? How come now, he was pressing fervently against her, passionately kissing her here?

His tongue, like a wandering dragon, gently teased the seam of her lips. Without much effort, it easily broke through her resistance, slipping into her small mouth. After a casual sweep across the sweet expanse, he purposefully captured her delicate lilac tongue, teasing it provocatively.

His hand was no longer dry but blazingly hot, as if carrying fire. Urgently rubbing her back, one hand gripping her slender, lotus-like neck, while the other traced down her delicate and supple spine, gradually inching towards her waist. She felt repulsed and instinctively moved her slender waist, attempting to avoid his touch, yet this only earned her a muffled growl as he fiercely bit her tongue. His long and sturdy legs forcibly slid between her trembling ones, pressing her harshly against the door.

Startled, she let out a panicked cry, being kissed aggressively by him, yet the sound that emerged was a delicate and soft moan, "Mmm—"

It seemed like both a coax and a hesitant acceptance!

The intense heat radiating from the man's body seemed almost unstoppable, even through their clothing! The forcefulness felt like an overwhelming tide crashing down on her. Her legs were parted, and she felt as if, in the next moment, this man, akin to a ferocious beast, would tear her apart! A thread in her mind snapped, and she couldn't help but start struggling!

She... didn't want this! She was afraid of what might happen next! She was so scared, she didn't want this, she wanted to escape, she wanted him to let her go, to spare her...

Her struggles were feeble against his tall, athletic frame, and for a man accustomed to physical activities, they seemed pitiful. Paradoxically, her struggles increased the friction between their bodies, heightening his excitement.

He desired this girl, that was undeniable. His body faithfully responded to this fact, and his mind was crystal clear about it too. His restraint in the car wasn't about scaring her; it was more like savoring something delightful slowly. He didn't want to hastily devour her in the car like a ravenous beast. He preferred, in a room where no one could interrupt, to leisurely toy with his prey, gradually making her his own.

The smoothness of her tongue was sweet, causing an itching sensation in him. This girl seemed to exude an enchanting fragrance from inside out. Once caught in her little mouth, he felt reluctant to withdraw. He then bit her tender lips firmly before shifting his focus to attack her slender and delicate chin.

Her struggle was definitely not a coquettish act, nor was it to entice him. She was genuinely resisting. She pushed him away, flailed her hands, causing her chin to violently jerk, eventually colliding with his firm teeth. She winced in pain, causing him to halt amid the dull ache.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

Gazing down at this face, still as fair and delicate as smoke from jade, yet the crimson hue on her small face blazed like fire. Her eyes, seemingly always flowing like springs, now sparkled with tiny flames. Her pearly teeth, biting her swollen lips from his kiss, exuded stubbornness and resilience but were also remarkably beautiful. An astonishing beauty, fiery and alluring!

She was indeed a maddeningly seductive enchantress!

"Not willing?!" he lowered his head to her lips, murmuring. His voice, still as rich as strong liquor, was now tinged with a hint of coldness.

She froze for a moment; all her struggles came to an abrupt halt.

He forcefully bit her lip again, withdrew his legs, and released his arms that had been supporting her.

Without his support, she slumped down the door panel. She awkwardly reached out to grasp the door behind her to prevent herself from falling. In his presence, she appeared even more delicate and slender. His towering figure, cast by the lamplight, almost entirely enveloped her, making her feel she had no escape from this shadow, as if she was already being consumed by it.

He took a step back, crossed his arms, and scrutinized her from head to toe.

Her clothes were slightly disheveled due to his tugging. A fair shoulder had been exposed, innocently tinged with a hint of inexperience, yet utterly alluring.

She didn't dare adjust her clothes because his gaze was icy, sending shivers down her spine.

"Don't you know why you're here?" His voice mirrored his eyes, cold and dripping with sarcasm. "Wasn't anyone supposed to brief you before you came?"

Finishing his words, he turned away, not giving her another glance, as if her attraction to him had ended there.

Her heart clenched, longing to say: "Don't—"

But all she could do was watch him leisurely remove his suit, discard his tie, elegantly unbutton his shirt, revealing a well-defined physique with tanned skin that exuded an air of aestheticism.

Then, stark naked, as if she didn't exist, he strolled into the bathroom and shut the door. The sound of water rushing filled the room, indicating he was taking a shower!

His ease contrasted sharply with her embarrassment!

Her legs gave way, and she sat abruptly on the floor, tears streaming down her face, staring blankly ahead!