Dominantly Occupying Every Inch of Her

After Cynthia got into Tristan's car, he hooked his arm around her slender waist, and his other hand passed through the bend of her legs, lifting her horizontally and placing her on his lap.

"Ah—"

The sudden movement made Cynthia involuntarily exclaim, and her hands instinctively circled Tristan's neck. The distance between them was invisibly shortened.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to resist the impulse to take you away?" the man's deep and cold voice sounded in her ear.

Cynthia lowered her eyelids, hiding the emotions in her eyes. After a moment of contemplation, she bit her lip and whispered, "I'm sorry..."

Tristan looked at the red lips caught by the woman's teeth, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a dangerous and deep-seated power. "Look at me!"

Although the tone was casual, when the words fell, it sounded more like an indisputable command.