Chapter 315
Adrian Sinclair yanked the fleeing figure back into his arms.
A dangerous curve lifted the corner of his mouth. "I can get even crazier. Want to see?"
Anna Ross gasped as he threw her over his shoulder.
She pounded her fists against his back. "Let me go! I want to go home!"
He ignored her struggles and carried her straight to the bedroom.
Her heart sank.
Before she could react, she was tossed onto the soft bed.
His bedroom was shockingly spacious. The bed was large enough to fit four people.
Adrian knelt on the edge of the mattress with one knee.
His long fingers slowly undid the buttons of his shirt.
His toned chest peeked through the parting fabric.
Her gaze involuntarily dropped to his firm abdominal lines.
"Ah!" Her face flushed instantly.
She turned her head away in panic. "Adrian Sinclair, snap out of it!"
She tried to escape, but he caught her ankle.
The world spun as he pinned her firmly beneath him.
Anna held her breath, staring at him in a daze.
His fallen strands of hair brushed against her cheek.
His familiar, cool scent enveloped her completely.
"I am perfectly sober." He bit her reddened ear tip.
One hand restrained her wrists.
The other roamed freely. "Tell me. Why did you break up?"
She closed her eyes. The alcohol made her body temperature rise steadily.
She finally realized how strong the红酒's aftereffect was.
"Don't you already know?" She mumbled through bitten lips.
The air froze instantly.
The light in Adrian's eyes dimmed.
He kissed her lips with fierce intensity.
The taste of blood spread between their teeth.
Anna winced in pain but couldn't break free.
In the darkness, he stared at her pale little face.
After all this time, she still refused to tell him the truth.
Was she so desperate to cut ties with him?
Since she didn't want to stay, he would leave his mark himself.
He would make every inch of her skin remember his scent.
His gaze grew more ferocious.
He left countless bite marks on her body.
The marks bloomed like red roses, striking and bewitching.
Tears of pain welled in Anna's eyes.
She trembled lightly beneath him.
What was this?
She was just his secret mistress.
These boundary-crossing actions betrayed another girl every second.
She should have pulled away.
Yet she kept losing herself in his embrace.
"Fine. Don't talk." He took her hand and guided it around his waist. "I have plenty of ways to make you talk."
Anna tilted her face up dizzily.
As if enchanted, she held him tightly.
Buzz—
The sudden vibration of a phone broke the silence.
Anna jolted back to awareness. She looked toward the floor. "Your phone..."
"Ignore it." The man frowned displeased.
He increased the pressure of his hands.