,"Uh... Nathan Moore... no..." Titus Zane desperately tried to avoid him. This man really had some nerve. Her mother and sister were still sitting in the outside hall, and just as she stepped into the bathroom, he followed right in, seemingly oblivious to the need for discretion.
"Tell me, no what, hm?" Nathan Moore actually backed off a bit, his handsome face withdrawing slightly, his dark eyes ink-stained as they met Titus Zane’s gaze, yet his tall and robust body still pressed against hers.
Titus Zane was unfamiliar with this side of Nathan Moore.
Once, he used to corner her too, leaving her no way out. However, back then, his eyes were filled with hatred, disgust, and a destructive emotion, not like now, brimming with... desire.
Titus Zane did not realize when their relationship had progressed to this point, but when he looked at her, there was affection in Nathan Moore’s eyes...
"Speak." Seeing Titus Zane just frowning at him, Nathan Moore’s clearly defined fingers pinched her chin and squeezed hard.
Titus Zane cried out in pain; she knew that this man had no affection for her.
His full lips curved slightly, mocking yet with a tinge of contempt.
"Nathan Moore, you promised, we were already clear." Was he having second thoughts now? Unfortunately, she was no longer the Titus Zane of three years ago. That foolish woman had died when she jumped off the balcony.
"Hmm," a monosyllable, still hoarse. Nathan Moore’s dark eyes slightly drooped, his dense eyelashes hiding the emotions beneath, but Titus Zane knew his gaze was on her lips, his fingers lightly resting on her chin, caressing.
Another kiss fell, Nathan Moore’s lips brushed hers like a dragonfly skimming water, and as he pulled away, a hoarse and restrained voice arose.
"Really want to make love with you right here!"
looked at the man in front of her with an incredulous expression as if she had seen a ghost, unable to utter a word.
Nathan Moore pressed his handsome face closer again, kissing her earlobe amidst her evasions, a sigh resonating beside her ear during the gentle suckling.
"Really want it so badly..."
"Help me get it out!"
Something exploded in Titus Zane’s brain, leaving her mind completely blank for a moment.
She didn’t know if it was a man’s nature or if Nathan Moore was just thick-skinned, but when she was with Logan Ray, everything always occurred naturally, without force, without coercion.
"Hurry up, or I’ll lock you in here for an hour, then we’ll see how you get out!"
Without any soothing, Nathan Moore threatened, his breath trembling as it wandered around Titus Zane’s ear and neck, a sign of his restraint.
"Do it yourself if you want!" Titus Zane turned her face to one side, her voice also cooling down, she was not his anything, she had no obligation to help him.
"Really not helping?"
Nathan Moore lifted his face, the corners of his lips curving into a slightly wicked smile.
Titus Zane turned her face back to meet Nathan Moore’s smiling yet non-smiling expression, firmly refusing.
Her scalp numbed, Titus Zane quickly compromised.
"I’ll help, I’ll help, let me down, hurry up and let me down..."