Chapter 171
Uzetta got hoisted into the elevator by Remington and they were going up.
She was freaking out, plus the dude’s shoulder bones were hard. She felt dizzy, and her stomach was doing somersaults from the pressure.
She started kicking her legs around, “Remington, put me down! Or you bet I’ll puke on you again?”
His voice was dark and ominous, “Go ahead and try.”
The guy was like walking freezer, and the tension in his muscles made it crystal clear to Lizetta that he was holding back a storm of rage and irritability.
Gritting her teeth, Lizetta glared at his butt right below her line of sight, which reminded her of the times when she got spanked by him, and that he did it again in front of everyone just now. A wave of old grudges and fresh anger hit her.
She smacked his butt twice.
After the smacks, surprisingly, it felt pretty good.
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Bouncy.
Has Remington’s butt always been this perky?
She couldn’t help herself and gave it another solid smack.
The next second, the world spun around again as he grabbed her by the waist and put her down.
Lizetta’s legs went weak, and before she could steady herself, Remington’s solid frame was pressing her into a comer of the elevator.
“Lizetta! Where the heck did you just smack?” His handsome face turned steel blue with suppressed fury.
Feeling a bit guilty but defiant, Lizetta retorted, “Well, it’s your fault for not letting me go! You’ve hit me plenty of times, so what if I hit you back?”
Remington grabbed her chin, while his lips curled mockingly, “Spanking is a bit of a turn–on, Lizetta. Is this how you act when you want a divorce?”
Lizetta was taken aback; her face was flushed red as she scrambled for words.
“That’s not it! How does that turn into a turn–on? You always… Mmph!”
She was about to point out how he often spanked her too, and that he started to do so when she was Just fifteen. Why was it just a lesson when he did it, but when she retaliated, it became a turn–on? Talk about a double standard!
But before she could finish her protest, Remington’s lips brutally sealed hers.
As the man had been drinking tonight, the taste of whiskey was on his breath. Not too strong, but it invaded every corner of Lizetta’s mouth as he deepened the kiss.
His kiss was wild, and his breath was scorching: strands of his damp hair–brushed against Lizetta’s nose, tickling her surprisingly.
Coming to her senses, Lizetta tried to push him away and went for a bite.
“Mmph!”
But before she could bite down, he nipped her first, not too gently.
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The sharp pain made Lizetta’s eyes water with tears.
felt wronged and angry, yet the very spot that hurt was being soothed and coaxed by his fervent licks and kisses
The elevator was quiet, save for the noises of his kissing. It was embarrassingly loud,
Lizetta’s neck turned red with shame, yet she couldn’t break free. Her eyelashes fluttered and tears fell
Remington felt she was crying, and finally let her go, stepping back, he laid his gaze on the tearful girl in front of him.
“Crying now? You weren’t the one who flexed your muscles tonight.”
But Lizetta felt anything but good about it; she was suffocating with frustration.
Hearing him say that, she choked up.
“Let me go. Last time in the hospital, you said that you’d let me be. We’re getting a divorce, and we’ll be strangers, you can’t do this to me anymore.”
Remington’s thin lips twisted sarcastically, “Didn’t I also say to stay out of my sight? And what did you do, huh? Kept provoking me, even throwing sexual hints my way. Now playing hard to get? I think you’re just asking for it!”
He pressed his hips forward, which intimidated her
Lizetta’s expression turned to panic as she shook her head.
“I didn’t! Was it my choice to be in front of you? It was Evelina who started it, and I came to settle things with her. I had no idea you’d be here tonight, and I didn’t throw any sexual hints your way. Don’t get it twisted! Let’s just say I was being handsy, and I apologize, okay?”
Lizetta was dying of regret. If she had known he’d react like this, there’s no way she would have gone and smacked his butt on a whim.
“Apologize? Then show some real sincerity. You stirred me up, and now you want to back out? Isn’t it a bit late for that?”
Remington loosened his tie, undid a couple of buttons on his shirt and pulled at his open collar.
