“Don't...”
Arielle tried to avoid Vinson's hand.
Her face became utterly red.
Yet, her body got pulled into Vinson's embrace after she turned around.
She wanted to struggle, but then she heard Vinson's hoarse voice. “You're already mine. You can't escape.”
Having said that, he started kissing her neck hard and passionately.
Instantly, Arielle felt her body flushing hot.
The moisture from their breaths mingled in the humid and enclosed space. Each breath grew more urgent, chaotic, and intimate.
Right then, a knock sounded at the door.
Arielle’s body stiffened as she immediately covered herself under the blanket, not daring to make a sound.
Vinson stared at the door with a displeased expression.
“Who is it?” “It's me.” Geoffrey's voice rang out.
“What is it?” Vinson sounded utterly displeased.
“Mrs. Nightshire told me to bring you both some hot milk.”
“No thanks,” Vinson rejected directly.
At first, Geoffrey did not understand why Vinson sounded angry. A moment later, his face turned red as realization dawned on him. He immediately said, “Then I won't disturb you.”
Upon saying that, he turned away and left with the hot milk.
After hearing Geoffrey's footsteps disappear, Vinson pulled Arielle out of the blanket and leaned toward her.
“All right. He left.”
Arielle's cheeks were burning hot.
“Please don’t touch me. I’m going to sleep.” Her voice was soft.
Yet, Vinson pulled her toward him and forced her to look into his eyes.
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