Something exploded in her head, and Ivana Bennett bit her lip hard.
Her teeth broke the skin, and blood oozed out.
However, even this pain couldn't cover the stimulating sensation brought by his soft lips lightly kissing her earlobe.
Feeling his tongue slide over her ear, Ivana quickly turned her face and viciously bit at Lucas Walker.
Crack!
There was a crisp sound as her teeth clashed, and she missed.
Lucas had dodged before she could bite him, avoiding her teeth.
"What a tough little one to tame!" He laughed again, "But…I like it."
He loved to conquer, and the more challenging the task, the stronger his desire to dominate became.
So, he moved his kiss down, kissing and nibbling her tender neck and collarbone.
Her body was getting hotter, and a restless beast inside her seemed to want to devour her remaining sanity.
Ivana knew she wouldn't last much longer. If this continued, she would also fall into a state of no return.
So, her voice softened.
"I…I can't bear it anymore… Let me go…"
Had she had enough already?
Lucas raised his face, "Let you go?"
"Yes!" Ivana licked her dry lips, "What's the point in tying me up like this? If you want to play, let's do it properly. Why make something enjoyable so dull?"
What a quick turnaround.
A hint of disbelief flashed in Lucas's eyes, clearly, he didn't trust her.
Ivana disdainfully curled her lip, "I thought you were a real man, but it looks like you're just a coward. You, a big man, are you scared I'll run away?"
Lucas chuckled lightly, stood up straight from her body, went to the table, and when he returned, he had a knife in his hand.
The cold light flashed, and the cloth on one of her legs loosened.
Ivana suppressed the impulse to kick him away and lay motionless.
Lucas looked at her expression, and swung his knife again.
Soon, he cut the cloth on all her limbs, closed the knife, and casually put it on the table.
He took off his suit, removed his tie, half-leaning on her, lowered his head, and moved in for a kiss.
Her eyes swept over the knife he had carelessly placed on the table, Ivana jerked hard, flipping him beneath her.
"Don't be in a hurry, I haven't taken off my clothes yet!"
Leaning down, she took his buttons in her teeth and unbuttoned them one by one.
There was a faint fragrance on his shirt, not perfume, but a hint of sandalwood. It was not unpleasant.
One hand pressing down on his shoulder, while she used her teeth to unbutton his shirt one button at a time.
Ivana's other hand, like playing the piano, quietly left his arm and reached for the knife on the bedside table.
Damn it, did he really think that she was a weak little lamb for him to slaughter?
He dared to hit on her, she would let him know the cost of messing with her pretty soon.
A man's palm had found its way to her waist, caressing it from time to time, the actions were casual but made Ivana parched.
She bit her tongue hard to keep her mind clear and glanced at the knife on the table.
Her fingertips had reached the edge of the table, just another five centimeters and she would be able to grip the hilt of the knife.
Ivana's heart sank in joy, she stretched her body a bit and violently reached forward.
The instant her fingertips touched the knife handle, suddenly, her body lightened, she was flipped from atop him.
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