Desires Die Hard

“Mr. Welton, I’m doing no such thing. Please let me go,” Anya said. She could hardly breathe with Evan’s weight on her.

He was a strong, large man, built like a fortress.

She felt as if she was being crushed by a wall.

They were standing too close. She could feel the heat of his breath hitting her skin.

Anya felt her gut churn with unease.

This was too close. Anya’s arms shot out. She tried to push the man off her.

But it was to no avail. The young man didn’t budge a single inch.

“Ms. MacMillan, I believe I told you a year ago to stay out of my sight. Why won’t you listen?” Evan’s strong hand fell heavily on Anya’s shoulder. His crushing grip was hurting her.

Anya winced before looking straight into Evan’s eyes. She knew that he still hated her to the core. She tried to ignore the twinge in her chest. “Mr. Welton, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know that Welton Group acquired JK Couture. I needed the job.”

“I tried my best to stay away after that. I never tried to put myself in your way,” Anya explained patiently. But all Evan could see was her soft, red lips.

His eyes fell on her lips as the young woman spoke. He couldn’t stop looking at them.

He really wanted to kiss her.

He wanted to know what she tasted like.

“Mr. Welton, please believe me. I’m not doing this on purpose.”

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Anya gave Evan a careful look after she was done talking. She wanted to know if he was upset. Surprisingly, he wasn’t. Instead, he simply gave her a long and unfathomable look.

The look made Anya extremely uneasy. She would really like to leave right now.

Before she could push him away again, the man suddenly spoke, “I’ll pay for a night with you. How much do you cost? How about tonight?”

He was a grown man who had natural urges too.

Anya had set him up a year ago and that had upset him very much.

But somehow, he couldn’t help but be overcome by desire for her tonight.

The heated desire he felt rushed to his head. Reason fled him. He wanted to have sex with this woman.

“Name your price,” Evan said again. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Anya froze. She stared at Evan, the man whom every woman in Nordeny was crazy about.

Her head went blank.

He hated her, didn’t he? Shouldn’t he want her to stay away from him?

Why would he want to spend the night with her?

But that wasn’t the point. She couldn’t believe that he thought he could buy her for a price.

What an insult to her pride.

Anya broke out of her stunned stupor and turned him down flatly. “I’m not for sale, Mr. Welton.”

“How about a hundred grand for a night?” Evan’s eyes darkened.

He was hungry for the faint scent of milk coming from the young woman’s body. He had to struggle to stop himself from kissing her.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time, Mr. Welton. I’m not for sale,” Anya bit out angrily before adding, “I’m leaving, Mr. Welton.”

Evan had lost all reason at that juncture. The young man couldn’t care less what she said. He pinched Anya’s chin hard. His voice was low and husky with desire. “Why are you running? This wouldn’t be the first time we’re doing this, remember?”

“You’re mistaken. I’m not running.” Anya knew Evan wouldn’t believe her, no matter what she said. She didn’t want to explain herself anymore. All she wanted to do was to leave.

“You’ve got a sharp tongue. I think you need to be taught a lesson. Don’t you think so?” The fingers gripping Anya’s chin tightened. The next moment, Evan was leaning down and smashing his lips into Anya’s soft ones forcefully.

He kissed her forcefully and with everything that he had.

If he could, he would devour her whole..