By the time she reacted, her instinctively raised knee was already forcefully pinned down by Michael Gordon. After nearly rendering him impotent last time, he was now wary of her; his whole body pressed her against the wall, his lips covering hers with an overwhelming kiss.
When Ivy Aretha felt like she was about to suffocate, Michael Gordon finally let her go. Once freed, she took big gulps of fresh air…
Michael Gordon shot a meaningful gaze at her pale face, barely holding back a smile in his deep-set eyes, "Have you learned your lesson? You shouldn't be throwing around words like 'rape' carelessly!"
Taken aback for a moment, Ivy understood. He forcefully kissed her as a punishment for invoking the term 'rape'.
"So it wasn't a forceful kiss? That's got nothing to do with rape!" Ivy countered as she wiped her lips disdainfully. "Speaking of which, Mr. Gordon, your kissing skills are really lacking!"
