Once she confirmed the man on top of her was Lucas Morgan, Chloe Grant felt at ease.
The warm light in the room cast a glow on the man's side, highlighting his raised chin, the pronounced line of his neck, and his taut jaw—seductively indescribable, yet with an air of coldness.
Was he... angry?
Because Chloe Grant was tugging on his tie, the outline of his chest beneath the white shirt added a spark to the night.
Chloe Grant finally used her strength, flipped over, and took the upper position.
She laughed, "Lucas Morgan, sooner or later, you'll be mine, you can only be mine!"
Her domineering claim of sovereignty made the man's face completely sink.
The light shone in his dark eyes, like an endless abyss filled with danger, and the trace of ferocity in his gaze caused his entire presence to exude a daunting aura.
He gripped Chloe Grant's waist, turned her over, then got up and off the bed.
While Chloe Grant was still dazed, the man suddenly spun around, pinched Chloe Grant's mouth, and poured the mineral water they just drank into her mouth.
"Mmm, Lu..."
Chloe Grant struggled, water spilling all over her, yet the man ignored it. After finishing, he violently smashed the mineral water bottle onto the ground.
"You... Lucas Morgan, what are you doing..."
Chloe Grant wiped the water from her mouth, feeling as if from the moment it entered, it was like a flame, burning down her throat, reaching her lower abdomen, and finally exploding.
Chloe Grant's breathing became uneven, heavy, and extremely uncomfortable.
To find a solution, she could only clutch the body of the man in front of her...
The flames were already burning in the man's eyes, yet Chloe Grant continued her actions recklessly.
His gaze darkened completely! He grabbed Chloe Grant's hands and pinned her down...!
"Lucas Morgan, you're finally mine!"
"Lucas Morgan! Bastard... Uncle, Uncle, I was wrong, be gentle, gentle..."
"Call me Uncle Morgan." The man's hoarse voice wrapped around Chloe Grant's ear, tempting her to speak, "Uncle Morgan..."