Harrison Lucas had never kissed the young master when both were sober.
If every past intimate kiss was a forced act under the man's drunken, wicked, and domineering aggression,
then tonight, when Ben Lucas's sensual and thin lips pressed down, she couldn't help but sit up straight.
Her hands obediently placed on her legs, her spine unconsciously straightened, and her chin unintentionally lifted to feel the intense hormonal aura of the man.
Harrison Lucas sat rigorously upright, not daring to move, sitting as if she were a student in front of the dean.
But no one knew, her body was trembling slightly at this moment.
Every bone in her spine was shivering.
Her breathing gradually became erratic, the young master's powerful and terrifying attack left her tongue completely numb.
Yet he seemed to have no intention of stopping, not only did his large hand on the table hold her head tightly, pressing her hard towards him.
