Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 12

With Amelia staring him intently, Patrick could not help but smile confidently. He was certain that no women would not fall for his amazing look. "What have you thought of to thank me for my generous help?"

Amelia tried her best to speak on a calm note, "What do you want?"

"Well, give me a kiss," Patrick answered in a hoarse voice while her mood changed. "Not a tap on the cheek. I want a mouth-to-mouth, tongue-on-tongue french kiss."

As he spoke, he reached out and was about to touch her face. Yet she tilted her head and dodged his attempt. "Why don't you have some gum first. It reeks of cigarettes."

Amelia was completely aware that she was making it difficult for him. Normal people would not carry a pack of gum wherever they go. It was just her way of turning him down.

"Sure, not a problem!" Patrick gave her a smile of assurance.

Amelia was a bit startled at first. When she realised what Patrick took out was a cigarette packet, she was relieved thinking he had given up.

He put the butt of a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath. Just as she let her guard down, he held the cigarette with two fingers, while his other hand reached to the back of her head. Pressing against her with his hand, the distance between them drew closer.

In the next second, he tasted her soft lips with threads of smoke flowing into her mouth. That triggered her beautiful eyes to open wide and an incredible itch down her throat.

It wast until to the point she couldn't take it anymore then she opened her mouth to gasp for fresh air. A ray of light flashed across his eyes...

Patrick fiercely swept through Amelia's teeth with his strong tongue, causing Amelia a short blackout as her brain lacked oxygen.

In the end, she bit the tip of his tongue with her canines from the strength she did not know she had.

With his tongue numb and painful, Patrick reflexively backed off. Since he did not get what he wanted, his face was colder and cloudier than the night outside the car.

Amelia did not look that well either. Patrick felt entertained looking at Amelia, "How was it?"

Trying hard to hold back the impulse to slap the taste out of his mouth, she concluded, stunned and angry, "Poison."

After glancing at Amelia's face, which was unbelievably beautiful despite her bad mood, a surge of heat flushed down his throat.

At this time, a car behind them violently honked. The red light had turned green.

Patrick could only suppress his surging emotions. He put out the cigarette and started driving again.

"Even though it's poison, it's my kind of poison. I want a good life not a long one."