The man beneath her was set ablaze with a raging fire.
His voice turned hoarse.
"Provoke me and bear the consequences!"
He realized his self-control was failing, so he gave up trying to restrain himself, captured the woman on top of him, and sealed her small lips.
There was no denying it, every time they met, she ignited a fire within him.
"I can bear it!" she whispered timidly.
"Mm..." Before she could finish speaking, the man kissed her again, and at the same moment, he struck the back of her head, rendering her unconscious.
Alexander Kingsley took a deep breath, holding her, damn it, he almost lost his mind because of her... He glanced down at his own beast-like lower body... nearly lost control!
When Carla Carr woke up, the bed beside her was empty.
Looking at her intact clothes, her expression turned somber... So, he still hadn’t done anything to her!
Each time, he quietly knocked her out.
It seemed she overestimated herself.
She hadn’t had time to figure out where she was... when she heard a commotion outside the door:
"Something’s wrong, the Admiral is in trouble!"
Carla pushed open the door and went out, only to see several bodyguards lying on the ground... along with Lieutenant Li.
The culprit was a man in a simple robe!
"Alexander Kingsley!" Carla called out to him, "Why are you hitting people?"
The bodyguards were all knocked out by him!
"Shh." The man approached, picked her up effortlessly, carried her into his room, and with a "bang," threw her onto his bed.
Her bed was not soft at all.
Her petite body hit the ground hard, almost splitting.
Muttering a curse, her slim waist was encircled, and his tall figure engulfed her.
His hands, carrying a burning heat, tightly gripped her slender waist.
Carla then realized... Was he drunk again? Or drugged?
"Alexander, what’s wrong with you?"
"At the banquet, I drank a little too much."
"..." Thankfully, he wasn’t completely drunk? He was aware of his condition.
To be honest, with repeated failures, Carla had stopped expecting anything from him... If they weren’t going to sleep together, then so be it!
However, the man’s warm, moist lips... had already buried themselves in her neck, passionately nibbling.
She knew that if he were sober... he definitely wouldn’t be .
"Alexander, do you know who I am? Ah..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man lightly bit her skin, his lips burying into her neck nook, causing her to let out a soft whimper.
Her soft voice, like an aphrodisiac, drew his blood straight to his head.
The calloused hand swiftly slipped inside her neckline, touching something soft and yielding!
The man on top of her murmured in a low voice:
"Little thing, you’re truly a fairy! So sweet!"
Carla had never experienced such a thing, nor had she ever crossed that line with anyone, so... at this moment, she... felt a little flustered.
Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were misted, looking extremely enchanting.
"Call me hubby." The man on top of her said.
"Hu...bby." She seemed to be in a trance, unsure whether he bewitched her or for some reason, her shamed voice carried a trace of pleasure.
"Mm, good girl." He responded.
Gripping the woman’s slender waist beneath him, he suddenly exerted force.
She felt as if she was being split in two.
Aside from the heart-wrenching pain, there was nothing else...
In an instant, large tears flowed down from her big eyes...
"No..." She accused the man on top of her, trying to push him away.
But he was like an iceberg, immovable, and instead provoked the man on top of her even more.