"I don’t need your fake kindness, get lost!" Titus Zane slapped away Nathan Moore’s hand, and once again roared, in this lifetime, his rudest side was all displayed in front of Nathan Moore; it was him who forced this.
"Fake?" Nathan Moore asked indifferently, looking down at the hand that Titus Zane had slapped away, "Actually, I also feel it’s quite fake,"
Nathan Moore looked casually at his neatly trimmed nails and even exaggeratedly blew on them, as if they were tainted by something dirty.
While talking, he looked up again, his handsome face approaching rapidly, his clearly defined fingers once again clamped down on Titus Zane’s chin, leaving her no room to escape.
His thin lips slightly pursed, his teeth tightly clenched.
"Titus Zane, do I really have to be sincere to a malicious woman like you?"
Nathan Moore’s handsome face pressed tightly towards Titus Zane, who instinctively leaned her head back, while Nathan Moore grabbed her waist and twisted her against the door panel.
His thin lips almost touching hers.
"I’m not an Angel, I won’t overflow with love, I came here," Nathan Moore paused, his dark eyes locking tightly onto Titus Zane’s face, gritting his teeth.
"just to see if you, being driven apart, feel like life is unbearable."
Even though it was a clearly malicious statement, Nathan Moore spoke it in a light and breezy tone.
"Titus Zane, remember, only when you cry in pain do I feel a slight pleasure. In this lifetime, or even the next, you’ll never find a man who loves you."
"Pervert!" Titus Zane gritted her teeth and spat out the words.
"Really? Pervert, you say?" Nathan Moore repeated airily again, his facial expression just as light and indifferent, as if just as he said, as long as Titus Zane was in pain, he was happy.
"But I just like seeing you in pain, what can I do?" Orion Hubson exaggeratedly furrowed his brow, a trace of a smile appearing on his handsome face, his thin lips pressing down lightly, dabbing like a dragonfly touching water, gently pecking at Titus Zane’s tightly clenched lips.
"Bastard!" Titus Zane gritted her teeth, trying to dodge those dirty thin lips, but her back was tightly pressed against the door, immobilized, her chin clamped tightly, leaving her no place to hide.
But Nathan Moore just laughed, the corners of his lips curling up, his dark eyes shining like they were sprinkled with tiny stars, dazzling.
"The bastard part is still to come."
Casual words, casual tone.
Titus Zane felt her waist tighten and was firmly encircled by Nathan Moore, his thin lips pressing down again, delicately tracing her outline, leading her in a waltz-like turn to the front of the large bed.
Even before pressing Titus Zane down beneath him, he executed a standard finale move, one arm tightly fastened around Titus Zane’s waist, the other hand gripping the back of her head, his chest leaning forward, forcing Titus Zane to lean back involuntarily.
Her long hair draped down, her body leaned back halfway, but her lips were tightly seized by Nathan Moore.
By the time she lay on the bed, Titus Zane was already out of strength.
It wasn’t from Nathan Moore’s kisses, but from being exhausted by bending her back for so long.
"Look at yourself now, this cheap demeanour," Nathan Moore pressed on top of Titus Zane, his tone mercilessly mocking, yet damnably gentle.
"Just from one kiss, you’re almost melting into water."
Nathan Moore’s lips curved slightly, radiating a hint of mockery, his clearly defined long fingers also exploring downward, "Let me check if you’re wet down there, too."
"Nathan! Moore!" Titus Zane gritted her teeth, her swollen eyes full of hatred.