Damon hoisted his other arm, leaning it against the cabinet behind her while his other hand held onto her waist.
He carefully avoided her wound yet enveloped her in his domain with an unmistakably possessive stance.
"Most gangster's girls are claimed, not wooed."
Chloe stiffened at his words.
She'd always thought this charming and steady man to be knowledgeable.
And such a man, is best at slowly drawing others into his control.
That's Damon for ya!
And when such a man, starts to dominate, no one can withstand it.
To her, he was just too... aggressive.
She couldn't resist.
At this moment, Chloe felt that she deserved this.
She fell into the pit, that she dug herself!
She brought it all on herself!
All her own damn fault!
She hadn't thought it through.
"Do you... have to use the word 'gangster' to criticize me?" She could only feel helpless.
Damon arched a brow, "Don't you always use 'gentleman' to bind me?"
"..."
Seeing Chloe speechless, looking all glum, Damon chuckled secretly.
He tilted his head slightly, his nose brushing against her fragrant hair, inhaling quietly.
"Don't use 'gentleman' to pressure me. Although I'm patient, my patience is limited, especially when you're not just a simple attraction for me."
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