The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 417

James was pinned to the spot, unable to do anything but let Angela's wild kisses assault his lips. His noncooperation was met with a swift invasion as Angela's delicate hand slipped under his shirt, tracing the hard planes of his chest.

His breath hitched. This woman!

She had bested him, teased him—damn it, this was the first time a woman had ever done that.

Angela nipped at James’ lip, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from him. James opened his mouth to curse her out, but Angela slipped her tongue in, greedily entwining it with his.

Her tongue was soft and relentless, causing an instant reaction in James' body. Her smoky-grey eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she looked at him, shimmering like stars. Bending down, she hoisted James up and strode into the mansion.

James was flabbergasted. Was she even a woman? She had just carried him upstairs!

As he thought to struggle, he found himself thrown onto the bed, her petite body immediately covering his.

"James, you're reacting to me, which proves you don't dislike me," she said, smiling down at the tent in his trousers.

"That's a normal male physiological response, not something exclusive to you. Angela, let me go now. Just because you beat me doesn't mean I'll marry you. Dream on!"

James was fuming. Today was a complete embarrassment. He was defeated by a woman, seduced, and even carried by her! These were things a man was supposed to do, and yet a woman had done them to him.

How could he possibly marry a woman who acted like a man?

"James, I don't care. One day, you'll love me willingly. For now, to address your needs, I don't mind sacrificing myself," Angela said as she pounced, tearing away at James' shirt to reveal his tanned and healthy skin, much to her delight.

James was speechless as his clothes were torn apart. Was this even a woman? So rough and brutal!

Before he could react, Angela's soft body was pressed against his chest.

James shuddered, his hands involuntarily gripping Angela's shoulders. Damn, he was reacting to this tomboy.

But Angela's hand had already reached in, grabbing him.

James gasped sharply. As Angela applied pressure, James let out a muffled groan. His eyes turned a fierce crimson as he grabbed her arm and flipped her beneath him. If she had sought this, James wasn't one to turn down an invitation!

To reclaim his pride as a man, he crushed his lips onto hers, kissing her fiercely. Angela was both shocked and thrilled, surrendering to his wild kisses and reciprocating seamlessly.

James held back his exploding desire, looking down at the girl beneath him. There she was, lying shyly under him, her grey eyes wide and watery.

Her tiny face, smooth skin, and small hands clung tightly to his shoulders as if afraid he would escape. This small person, with such explosive strength, had defeated him and stirred a powerful response. .

That night, though he was intoxicated and unrestrained, he knew she was untouched. Today, she had enticed him just so.

She wanted him to fuck her? Well, she would get what she desired then, as his body was already on the brink.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two!"

"Can you handle it?"

"I can!"

James closed his eyes and kissed her again, plundering with abandon.

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