Chapter 192
The desk dug into her painfully.
He pressed closer.
Trapping her completely in his arms.
What was he trying to do now?
Alarm bells rang in Anna Ross's mind.
This was the office.
Did he have no restraint at all?
Before she could speak.
Adrian Sinclair cupped the back of her head.
His scorching kiss descended heavily.
Her lips were instantly conquered.
He tangled with her.
Devouring her essence ravenously.
As if he wanted to consume her whole.
Anna struggled to breathe.
She raised her hands to push against his chest.
It was futile.
The kiss was too overpowering.
She felt like a leaf tossed in the wind.
Completely at his mercy.
Her consciousness began to blur.
Even the will to resist faded away.
Adrian watched her through half-lidded eyes.
His gaze darkened as it swept over her dazed expression.
The memory of Lucas Evans holding her hand surfaced.
Rage surged within him.
His actions grew more reckless.
Time lost all meaning.
The world narrowed to just the two of them.
Anna tilted her head back, accepting.
Her hair was mussed by his fingers.
Oxygen grew thin.
Her chest heaved violently.
Waves of dizziness washed over her.
Sensing her distress.
Adrian finally released her.
He stared at her swollen lips.
Satisfaction glinted in his eyes.
Anna gasped for air.
She had never appreciated it more.
He stroked her cheek.
His voice was husky. "You belong only to me."
Understand?
Belong only to him?
What a possessive declaration.
Her eyes, glistening with moisture, looked up at him.
Seeming to comprehend, yet not fully.
In the end, she nodded obediently.
As if under a spell.
Adrian stepped back, pleased.
A slight smile touched his lips. "Get back to work."
"Okay," she replied dazedly.
Her soul still felt firmly in his grasp.
He watched her leave.
A unexpected tenderness flickered in his eyes.
This feeling.
Was surprisingly good.
He sat back down at his computer, content.
A faint smile still played on his lips.
Voices outside the door startled Anna.
She hurried into the restroom.
Adjusting her disheveled collar.
Her fingertips brushed her burning cheeks.
His words echoed in her ears.
What kind of feelings did he truly have for her?
Now wasn't the time to dwell on it.
She quickly touched up her makeup.
Staring at her slightly swollen lips in the mirror.
She silently cursed him. Beast.
Fortunately, she had brought lipstick.
A little cover-up made it less noticeable.
Once composed.
She turned on the faucet to wash her hands.
Her phone on the vanity suddenly rang.
She dried her hands and picked it up.
Her brow instantly furrowed.
The caller ID read—
Lucas Evans.