Desires Die Hard

He Has Got What He Wants

"Relax, there is nothing between him and me." Anya sat up from the sofa and touched the bite by him, and blamed him, "It hurts."

Evan looked at her and smiled. He touched the obvious love bite on her neck gently and asked her satisfactorily, "Really?"

"Really. If I bite you like that, you'll be hurt, too." Anya gave him an angry look and snorted.

It usually took three or four days for a love bite to disappear.

She had to wear a silk scarf to JK Couture for the next three or four days.

She was so mad at Evan.

But then she thought that Evan's jealousy also showed how much he loved her. In this way, a little bite was nothing.

She felt a little happy instead.

Evan looked at her and was still thinking about what she just said. Then he asked her, "I don't know. Why don't you give me a bite?"

"No!" Anya had no interest.

She blushed and tried to get up from the sofa.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Evan held her by her waist and took her to his knees.

"Come on. Bite me."

Anya didn't know what to say.

"Stop it."

"Why? I just want you to kiss me, and you let me stop? If I rip your skirt and have sex with you, do you want me to stop?" Evan slowly said dirty words while his handsome face remained calm.

Anya didn't like dirty words. But Evan was so handsome that she was not disgusted hearing these words.

Instead, she liked them because of him.

Her cheeks became rosy, and her eyes bright. She surrendered with a soft tune, "Never mind. I give up."

Evan smiled, "Then bite me."

Anya was hesitating.

"Come on. Bite me. I want it."

Anya's face was burning.

She wanted to refuse him. But Evan's passionate and significant look made her surrender. She leaned over his neck obediently and began to kiss him gently.

She was not good at kissing.

But her lips were soft.

When she kissed Evan and surrounded him with softness, Evan almost lost control. He held her slim waist tightly.

She held even more attraction for him after giving birth to a baby.

Anya stopped.

There was a pink mark on his neck. It was enough.

She didn't want him to be gossiped about by the staff when he held a meeting tomorrow.

"All right," Anya sat up and said to him gently.

Evan restrained his sexual urge and sighed. Then he lifted his eyes and smiled. He said in a low and sexy voice, "Good job, Anya. You make me want to take off your clothes."

Anya blushed again.

"No," she snorted.

"OK. Forget it." Evan really wanted to take off her skirt.

After all, he had got what he wanted.

He could ask for other compensation in the bed of the mansion.