The man's fingers seemed to radiate heat and electricity as they grazed her skin, setting her heart trembling.
Ivana Bennett's heart pounded fiercely, and her breath became increasingly rapid.
She raised her face intending to bite his fingers, but the man deftly removed his hand, the tips of his fingers never leaving her skin but rather gently settling on her arm.
"Go away!"
She growled, but her voice lacked any intimidating power. Instead, it was soft and gentle, not as if she was cursing but rather cooing sweetly.
Moreover, she distinctly felt something amiss with her body. It was as if a fire burned within her, threatening to reduce her to ash.
The man's fingers lightly brushed her arm, a feather-light gesture that was akin to pouring oil on a fire.
"You... what did you do to me... ah..."
Feelings his fingers gliding across the crook of her arm, she involuntarily let out a moan.
Her body felt overheated, the man's cool touch was like a siren's song, dangerously alluring, tempting her to desire more.
Damn it, this bastard must have done something to her!
Ivana bit her lip, using the pain to keep herself lucid.
"Who the hell are you, what do you want?"
The man extended his fingers, cupping her face, his blue eyes meeting her gaze.
"Lucas Walker."
Lucas Walker?
The name sounded vaguely familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.
As she pondered, Lucas's face moved closer to hers.
"Remember this name well. From now on, you will exist solely for me."
Ivana didn't speak, she only gave a snort through her nose.
Lucas caught the disdain in her eyes.
"Beg me, now!"
"Lucas Walker..." Ivana chuckled, "I should award you as the world's top narcissist!"
He lifted the corner of his mouth into a smile, and lightly chuckled, his finger once again lightly tracing her clothed chest.
His light touch ignited a fire in her mind, and her suppressed emotions erupted once more like a volcano.
Finally, Ivana understood what he meant by asking her to beg him.
She bit her tongue hard to keep herself lucid, "In your dreams!"
"Really?" He smiled, his thumb gently caressed her face, "Half a month ago, a female special agent from M Country resisted for three minutes, that's the longest resistance I know of. I hope you can surpass it."
The man's voice was incredibly pleasing to the ear, but his words were full of wickedness.
His face was close to hers, less than an inch away, his dominant aura almost completely enveloped her. Perhaps it was the effect of the drug in her system, her senses had become exceptionally sensitive, and she could clearly smell the faint scent of tobacco on him.
He was obviously doing this on purpose, his playful eyes on her, intentionally breathing on her. His light breath grazed her cheek, it was like a feather brushing against her skin but it made her shiver instantly.
Ivana lowered her eyes, biting down hard on her lips, the pain piercing through her.
Amidst the pain, the chaos in her mind began to clear slightly.
Lukes narrowed his eyes.
Five minutes had passed, this girl really had a high tolerance!
He suddenly found this game very interesting.
So, he bent down, moving closer to her ear, he blew a hot breath into her ear then gently kissed her earlobe.
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