Chapter 185
His hand roamed across her supple back. Her skin was smooth and delicate as it was the
finest, most lustrous aventurine. Ian felt the flames of desire inside him grow stronger with each passing second.
Initially, he wanted to punish her, but he couldn’t restrain his desires any longer. His hand slid from her back to her chest.
Sage squirmed and desperately tried to avoid his hand. However, Ian’s strength was astonishing, and she couldn’t use any of her boxing or kickboxing techniques in this position.
her Sage was no match for Ian, so she had no choice but to endure the discomfort and press body against his chest. Even though this brought them closer together, she managed to avoid his wandering hands.
His kiss softened just a touch, probably because he sensed her submission. Sage seized the opportunity and bit down hard on his lips. Ian let out a muffled groan in pain.
She expected him to flip out and push her away. But to her surprise, he seemed aroused by the unexpected act. Instead of pushing her away, he tightened his grip and greedily sucked
on her tongue.
The metallic tang of blood coated their mouths. Sage even felt his member growing harder with desire. She couldn’t believe him. That horny bastard! Sage couldn’t take it anymore and bit down on his tongue.
This time, he finally released her lips and said hoarsely, “Stop biting me!”
Struggling like a fish out of water, she gasped for fresh air and cursed between breaths, “You
.. jerk…” How the hell had he become so consumed by lust while kneading dough?
Ian felt that relentless desire surge within him again as he looked at her flushed cheeks and cherry–colored lips. However, her eyes were icy, her face was alert, and her arms were crossed defensively. Sage looked like she was going to fight him off if he dared to touch her again.
He was feeling very restless, but he wouldn’t stoop to forcing himself on a woman. Since he came of age, countless women have tried to get close to him to get his attention, but he had never been interested. Even Sage, who used to cling to him all day long, never sparked any desire within him.
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He had always possessed formidable self–control. So why had he started to feel this inexplicable desire to dominate Sage and reduce her to tears whenever he caught a whiff of her intoxicating scent lately? Could it be that her perfume had an aphrodisiacal effect on
him?
“If you don’t move out of the way, I’ll kick you!” Sage threatened, attempting to sound composed. Ian remained motionless.
“You sure have gone to great lengths just to impress me.” His voice was raspy as he scoffed. He then released her and left the kitchen.
Sage was dumbfounded. What the hell? How could he spout such nonsense after he took advantage of her? She should’ve bitten him harder earlier and shut him up for good!
The kitchen was a mess. There was flour and dough scattered all over the marble countertops and floor.
Frustrated, Sage called Linda to complain. She told Linda that Ian had only made things worse by ruining the ingredients for the mille crepe cake, which meant she couldn’t make it for her this morning.
Linda chided, “That little rascal doesn’t know how to do anything other than work and earn money. Sage, you should ask him to do more when you’re free. That way, he won’t be a nuisance next time.”
Sage fell silent. There wouldn’t be a next time. She never wanted to cook with Ian again.
“It’s okay. You don’t need to redo it. I just had a sudden craving for it yesterday. I forgot that the doctor told me to eat less sweets anyway,” Linda reassured with a smile.
