Chapter 190. A Despised Meal

Her vision blurred, her body barely able to keep up with his demands, her mind shutting down.

He suddenly deepened the kiss, his lips crushing against hers, his movements rough.

A gasp left her lips as he kissed her back—hard.

In a swift motion, he placed her on the couch underneath him, his weight pressing her down, trapping her.

He kissed her deeply, madly, viciously, chewing on her lips like a man starved.

Her fingers clutched his shirt, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or ground herself.

Her mind screamed for it to stop, but her body betrayed her, frozen beneath him.

When he finally pulled back, she gasped for air, her lips swollen, aching.

His gaze darkened as he took in her cherry-colored lips, her tear-streaked cheeks.

He brushed away her tears, his fingers surprisingly gentle.

"That's how we kiss, baby. And next time, make sure you know how to use your tongue," he muttered.

And then, without another