Joanna Lawrence protested, the embarrassment of the earlier call was already overwhelming. She shook her head defiantly, her face flushed. "No, I’ve called out once already."
Ashton Heath lied, "Your voice was too faint, I didn’t hear."
In fact, her voice had been quite soft.
However, he had heard it loud and clear.
Such a delicate and dulcet voice, like a small kitten’s mew, was tempting enough.
Ashton Heath lied again, "Your voice was too faint, I didn’t hear."
He pondered, if during such times, she would tenderly call him the same way, he reckons he might lose his mind.
A complete loss of control.
"Baby, be a good girl and call it out again." The man pressed his hot, sexy, thin lips to her ear and spoke in a sultry, deep voice, "Call it again, I’ll play the game for you and let you win every time. Sounds good?"
"Tell me what hero you like, and I’ll use that hero. Tell me what Rank you want to achieve, and I’ll get you there. If you softly call out ’Ashton’ one more time, I’ll listen to everything you say, give you anything you want, okay?"
The man’s voice was deep, husky, and sexually provocative.
Like a siren who could seduce with song.
Joanna Lawrence was so hooked by this voice that the very tips of her heart trembled.
This man, Ashton Heath...
He really would stop at nothing to achieve his goal.
He was intentionally tempting her, wasn’t he?
If that was the case, then he succeeded.
Because she simply could not resist.
Her mind was dazed, her heart pounding non-stop. She was swathed in his domineering, sharp aura; everything about him filled her breath, her sight, her thoughts, her hearing.
His person, his aura, his voice...
They formed a tight-knit net, weaving around her without any cracks.
"Baby, hmm?" A certain persistent man blew a hot breath into her ear, his voice becoming increasingly sultry.
Joanna Lawrence, her ears burning from the flirtatious whispers, resigned herself to the fact that he would not give up until she complied. So, she bit her lower lip, blush spreading across her face as she overcame her shyness and called out, "Ashton."
After she spoke, she covered her heated face and glared at him. "Are you satisfied now?" she asked, her voice still soft from embarrassment.
The man looming over her did not respond for a while.
All Joanna Lawrence could perceive was the increasingly scorching breaths he exhaled.
As well as his intense gaze fixed on her.
Out of curiosity, she lifted her head. The moment she met his deep, burning eyes, she was startled by the spark ignited in the depths of his pupils.
In his eyes, which were lit by this flame, her slightly flustered reflection was captured.
"Ashton Heath, you..."
Seeing his gaze growing hotter and the arm around her waist tightening, she hurriedly pushed him away, attempting to extract herself from his clasp.
But in the next moment, her world spun and she found herself thrown onto the sofa.
"Baby." A husky voice, so coarse it hardly resembled speech, accompanied by heat-inducing breath, fell into her ear. The man articulated each word solemnly, "I want you."
Barely had his voice died away when he swooped down to kiss her.
The kiss was absolutely authoritative as he took possession of her delicate lips, leaving her with no opportunity to reject him.
An hour later, it was finally over.
Joanna Lawrence lay sprawled on the bed, soaked in sweat.
It took a while for her to collect herself from that overwhelming sensation.