He held her, squeezing her tightly, and put her into the sports car, forcing her to face him.
Her big eyes were watery.
Her gaze was full of accusation.
A real-life sorceress.
Is she sent by heaven to torment him? Never mind, this prince is willing, willing to be tortured by this little sorceress.
Willing to be tormented however she likes.
His breath became heated, the extremely alluring scent of his magnetic hormones poured over her face, warm and hot.
Eva Nightingale’s jaw hurt from being pinched.
Discovered that his whole body exuded a roguish, scoundrel vibe, even his smile was so wickedly enchanting and cool.
Yet, oddly enough, his entire being radiated an innate aura of nobility.
She blinked, why should she? He commands a kiss, so she should kiss? Is he going to torment her again?
If she doesn’t listen, is he going to forcibly tear off her clothes again?
Without asking a second time, he grabbed her little mouth and domineeringly devoured it: "Mmm!"
He turned and twisted, biting her lips as if the world was ending, feeling intensely tender and fiercely grinding.
Her body went soft...
Why was she so useless?
She was almost out of breath from his kiss, when he suddenly eased, lightening his force, giving her a chance to catch her breath.
As a result, just as she caught her breath.
He once again forcefully devoured her, his lips carrying a surge of electricity, with a highly aggressive, irresistible aggressiveness...
Subconsciously, she reached out to push him.
Unexpectedly, she was trapped by his firm, hot chest, and the next second... something soft and dominant invaded her mouth...
She was somehow entranced by his kiss, even her eyes were tinged with a misty charm.
He suddenly released her.
His large hand held her chin: "Little Silly Nightingale, remember this, it’s a punishment."
"From now on, every morning and night, you must kiss me."
If she doesn’t accept, no problem.
He has plenty of ways.
Isn’t she just a little woman?
And damn, she’s his woman!
There’s plenty of ways to handle her.
He doesn’t like to force her, nor will he drug her, such underhanded tactics are too low-level!
Is for her to obediently and submissively lie beneath him, only then will he feel secure.
He curled his lips into a smile, fastened her seatbelt, and then started the car.
Like the wind, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Eva Nightingale sat in the passenger seat, her mind in a state of bewilderment... indeed, she was still drowning in his recent kiss.
What does he really want?
"Mr. President, can we have a proper talk?"
She had experienced this man’s tactics before, so this time, she learned to be clever, with a tone that was exceptionally soft, not sounding the least bit overbearing.
"It’s just, I really don’t like how unreasonable you are," she said, "I feel especially tired , I want... I really want to leave you."
The car suddenly screeched to a halt.
The sports car came to a steady stop in the middle of the road.
He turned off the engine, then looked at her with a few moments of playful interest, little thing, still needing discipline?
"Why, why did you stop driving?"
"..." Driving? What did she just say? Want to leave him?
No, since he didn’t, then why drive at all, might as well have some car fun.