With Alaric Faulkner’s tacit approval, Eleanor Sterling reached out and pulled him down.
She bit into Alaric Faulkner’s Adam’s apple.
Her sharp teeth ground slowly, sending a slight sting and an unusual sensation of boiling blood.
Alaric Faulkner stiffened all over, feeling that Eleanor Sterling, when drunk, was more exasperating than when sober, making him want to teach her a harsh lesson.
Eleanor Sterling released her mouth, looking with satisfaction at the red tooth mark she left behind.
Seeing her expression, Alaric Faulkner asked in a low voice, "Annoying little devil, satisfied now?"
Eleanor Sterling smiled, a bit foolishly, and pulled down her collar, inviting, "Do you want to take a bite too?"
Looking at her slender, fair neck, Alaric Faulkner’s eyes darkened.
Since she invited him so enthusiastically, he wouldn’t stand on ceremony.
He bent down and bit her neck.
Eleanor Sterling frowned and let out a harsh hiss, her tone pitiful, "I didn’t use that much force just now."
Alaric Faulkner eased his grip and switched to soothing gentle kisses.
Eleanor Sterling’s mood dropped, and she murmured, "We’ve marked each other now. In the future, our bodies belong to each other. I can leave satisfied."
Alaric Faulkner’s body stiffened. He got up and looked at Eleanor Sterling, his eyes dangerous, "Leave?"
Eleanor Sterling didn’t answer him; she just lifted her head and frantically kissed him, her hands restlessly moving over his clothes.
She could no longer control her heart.
Before leaving, sharing one more passionate encounter with him would fulfill her wish.
Fate had mocked her, giving her someone she could never be with. She could only silently swallow this bitterness.
Eleanor Sterling eagerly tugged his clothes out of his suit pants and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Alaric Faulkner was already devoid of his earlier romantic thoughts; he reached out to tightly grasp Eleanor Sterling’s hands, restraining them above her head.
"Explain clearly, where do you want to go?"
Thinking of her imminent departure, Eleanor Sterling’s emotions broke like a dam, tears instantly welling up in her eyes.
"I have to leave here. If I stay any longer, I’ll go mad. Estelle Sterling will live well in the Faulkner Family. After my final exams at medical school, I will leave..."
As she spoke, she struggled to kiss Alaric Faulkner again.
But Alaric Faulkner’s face darkened heavily.
He gritted his teeth, damn woman, she was planning to escape from him, and she didn’t even intend to keep their son!
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Eleanor Sterling twisted her hands, attempting to break free from his grip.
Alaric Faulkner had a fire of anger in his chest, wanting to grab her and spank her hard.
He wouldn’t give her the chance to leave.
Eleanor Sterling broke free and pushed Alaric Faulkner down in an instant, switching their positions.
She lowered her head to find his lips, delivering a heavy kiss filled with deep emotions.
Alaric Faulkner wasn’t pleased at all; instead, he felt a surge of anger.
Eleanor Sterling, this tormenting woman, approaching him now, intended to leave satisfied after using him—no way!
"Eleanor Sterling, try running if you dare."
Alaric Faulkner’s hoarse voice sounded with a tinge of warning.
Eleanor Sterling began to sob softly, her face utterly heartbroken, "I have to go. If I don’t, what will I do?"
Hearing that she still planned to leave, a wave of anger welled up in Alaric Faulkner’s deep eyes.
He held her tightly, his eyes red, "Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I’ll hunt you down."
With that, he flipped her over, trapping Eleanor Sterling beneath him.
With a kiss that bore punishment, he pressed it onto her lips.