Chapter 165 Trying to outwit him? Think he wouldn't see through?

After speaking, Sylvester kissed her again, his large hand cradling the back of Lela's head, his lips locking hers in place.

Lela couldn't bear the intensity of his kiss, tears in her eyes, her tongue pushing against his.

Sylvester keenly felt the desire within him roaring.

He couldn't hit her, couldn't berate her, and even the act of punishing her only tormented himself.

Like a deflated balloon, Sylvester released her. He watched as she lay on the couch, panting; her neckline slipped down, and her cheeks flushed with a sensual allure.

Lela had made, and then swept her into his arms, letting

had already figured out her strategy the moment she saw Sylvester.

his chest, she looked up at him with wet eyes, her voice silky soft, "Master Sylvester, I don't like that

the way you kissed me last time in the kitchen at home. Can we do that instead?" She didn't even mention the gambling at the race track and was about to move closer when Sylvester raised his hand and pressed his long index

No problem, she thought, we can

staring down at her with a dark expression, his voice icy, "Don't pull that

continued to lean in, pressing her mouth against the fabric of his white shirt, her little tongue tracing circles over his chest. The damp, warm sensation made

her away, "Is this your explanation? Or

bowed, her lips pursed, and

He couldn't bear to see Lela suffer even the slightest hardship and found her distressing state

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