The man’s lips, usually cold, were now blazing enough to consume a person entirely...
Bella Green clutched the man’s collar tightly, her eyes wide in shock, her mind a complete blank, forgetting to react.
She could only let the man’s clumsy yet fervent actions continue, like a plunderer relentlessly conquering her, greedily savoring her sweetness.
This wasn’t their first kiss, but it was the first when Mason Bennett was sober.
He wasn’t ravaged by illness, irrationally devouring her lips as if they were food.
Instead, he was clear-headed, with a strong intention to... kiss her, right?
Bella Green only felt her heart about to leap from her chest, her mouth filled with the fresh scent belonging to the man.
Mason found her daze somewhat displeasing, his sharp teeth biting her lip with just the right pressure.
The distinct pain pulled Bella Green’s thoughts back, feeling the warm body pressing against her, her cheeks flushed deep red, raising a hand to push him away.
However, how could Mason’s strength be something she could move?
Her limbs were pinned down, unable to move, letting him do as he pleased, taking full advantage.
Bella Green couldn’t struggle, her eyes turned red in urgency. Abruptly, her gaze hardened, and she opened her mouth to bite the man’s tongue fiercely.
The sharp pain nearly made Bella Green cry.
"Mason Bennett, how can you stop kissing just like that?" Bella exploded in anger.
As if the man had seen through her plan, he swiftly withdrew at the moment she bit down, causing her to bite herself instead.
The man, still pressing down on the youth, lightly brushed his tongue against the moist, glistening lips.
"Not kissed enough?" The man smirked, his gaze like the warm sun after ice melts.
Bella Green’s cheeks flushed with anger, what did he mean by not kissed enough? As if saying she’s insatiable?
"Are you crazy?" Bella Green glared at him through gritted teeth, feeling like she was going mad.
Mason Bennett, actually kissed her?
What exactly... is going on??
"Bella Green, are you truly clueless or pretending to be?" The man’s eyes narrowed, dangerous and cold.
Bella heard this and paused, then awkwardly diverted her gaze.
She wasn’t clueless, nor was she pretending.
Yesterday’s incident, what Mason Bennett was thinking, she had guessed, but subconsciously she didn’t want to go there.
But now, she felt there was no avoiding it.
"Tell me." The man pinched her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Bella Green looked at the face she was familiar with to the bone, her heart a mix of emotions, finally left with endless grievance.
Her eyes reddened, she sniffled.
"Mason Bennett, I..."
The man interrupted her firmly and earnestly, his eyes filled with an unignorable heat.
Bella Green opened her mouth, those four words exploding in her mind like thunder.
Guessing was one thing, but hearing the man admit it was another.
"You told me, same-sex love is true love, so I believed you. Even if it’s wrong, it’s your responsibility, and you should be accountable!"
The man spoke every word with conviction, leaving no room for argument.
That demeanor, clearly saying, making me fall for you is your fault, so you must be accountable!
Bella Green was dumbfounded by his bandit-like logic.
In the end, it was still her fault?