Armand felt a flame was about to ignite in his body as the air was full of the sweet-smelling scent of the cake. He swallowed a gulp of saliva and walked over in broad steps. Genevieve was gobbling down a cake when she felt a force tugging her backward by her shoulder. The loss of balance almost made her scream in fright.
Then, with the cake fork in her hand, she was lifted and seated at the dining table. “What are you trying—” Before Genevieve could react, a pair of moist and warm lips were pressed onto hers. The man’s body bent low as the dining table was low. He held Genevieve by her tender cheeks as he kissed and bit her lips greedily and madly.
After licking the cream off the corners of her lips, his tongue forcefully entered her mouth and reached for the soft tips of her tongue. Her mouth was full of the taste of cream and mangoes as she had several cakes, and he tasted all of them. Armand’s hand circled her waist, pressing her against his body as if he wanted more.
Through the thin fabric, his hands could feel the warmth radiating from her soft skin, and her waist was so slender that he thought he might break her if he exerted just a bit more force. How is it possible for a woman to have such a slender waist? As Genevieve was carried onto the dining table and locked by the kiss, she was on the passive end.
Armand’s intense and cold aura encompassed her like a net. After much struggling, she finally found the chance to take a breather and used her sharp teeth to bite his lips. “Mr. Faulkner! What’s wrong with you!” Genevieve’s body backed away and increased the distance between her and the man.
She added furiously, “Who allowed you to kiss me? Didn’t we agree that I only needed to please Old Mrs. Faulkner after marriage? Sleeping together is not part of the deal!” Upon looking at her trying to catch her breath, Armand placed his hands on the table and leaned toward her, closing their distance.
“Do I need to remind you what you did that night at Lovely Heart Hotel after you were drugged and came to me?” Genevieve bit her lower lip and rebuked coolly, “You said it yourself—I was drugged. I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I’m not going to make a fuss over that night.”
“You sure know how to play games with your words, Genevieve.” Armand chuckled. He was a tool that night to help her. Nonetheless, she took his help for granted and acted as if she was not being calculative over it. What a joke! “Humph!” Genevieve shifted toward the edge of the dining table, wanting to get off.
However, Armand stretched his arm around her waist, threw her over his shoulders, and strode toward the bedroom. “Put me down, Armand!” After realizing his motive, Genevieve used all her might to struggle while feeling frustrated. “If you do not get my consent, it’s illegal!
So if you don’t let me go, I’m calling the cops!” she screamed while she continued struggling. As she was yelling, Armand found her bedroom and put his body on top of hers after throwing her onto the bed. He held her hands down. “I’m Mr. Faulkner when you need me.
When you don’t need me, I’m just a tool?” “I didn’t say that!” Genevieve tried to pull her wrist out from his hands. “Let go of me! You didn’t say this was part of the deal when we negotiated. Can you blame me for being like this?” “We’re already married. Do I need to remind you?”
Armand played with his words since she was doing the same thing. “Should I also remind you of how you previously stripped naked in front of me?”
His body bent down, and she could feel his breath on her lips. “Which part of your body have I not touched before?” Genevieve did not expect the usually aloof man would behave like a hooligan and wriggle his way around with his words. Her angry face reddened. “I don’t want to do it today!”
After a long argument on the bed, Genevieve was out of breath. A strand of black hair stuck to the corner of her lips and made her appear more alluring. Genevieve said, “Even escorts get their days off. Can’t I get one?”
