Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 12

With Amelia staring him intently, Patrick could not help but smile confidently. He was certain that no women would not fall for his amazing look. "What have you thought of to thank me for my generous help?" Amelia tried her best to speak on a calm note, "What do you want?"

"Well, give me a kiss," Patrick answered in a hoarse voice while her mood changed. "Not a tap on the cheek. I want a mouth-to-mouth, tongue-on-tongue french kiss."

As he spoke, he reached out and was about to touch her face. Yet she tilted her head and dodged his attempt. "Why don't you have some gum first. It reeks of cigarettes." Amelia was completely aware that she was making it difficult for him. Normal people would not carry a pack of gum wherever they go. It was just her way of turning him down. "Sure, not a problem!" Patrick gave her a smile of assurance.

Amelia was a bit startled at first. When she realised what Patrick took out was a cigarette packet, she was relieved thinking he had given up.

He put the butt of a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath. Just as she let her guard down, he held the cigarette with two fingers, while his other hand reached to the back of her head. Pressing against her with his hand, the distance between them drew closer.

In the next second, he tasted her soft lips with threads of smoke flowing into her mouth. That triggered her beautiful eyes to open wide and an incredible itch down her throat.

It wast until to the point she couldn't take it anymore then she opened her mouth to gasp for fresh air. A ray of light flashed across his eyes...

Patrick fiercely swept through Amelia's teeth with his strong tongue, causing Amelia a short blackout as her brain lacked oxygen.

In the end, she bit the tip of his tongue with her canines from the strength she did not know she had.

With his tongue numb and painful, Patrick reflexively backed off. Since he did not get what he wanted, his face was colder and cloudier than the night outside the car.

look that well either. Patrick felt entertained looking at Amelia, "How was

the taste out of his mouth, she concluded,

despite her bad mood, a surge

them violently honked. The red

surging emotions. He put out the cigarette and started

of poison. I want a good life not a long

hand to wipe her mouth with annoyance, completely clueless of what

returned to Hoppers' residence, it was already half past two in the morning. Amelia took a quick look out of the window, and saw the

went downhill to the garage, Patrick's cell phone suddenly rang. He had the steering wheel with his right hand, while his left hand was shifting gears. So he asked Amelia for help, "Check

it and put her hand into his left pocket in her pants

was in between his thigh muscles and pelvis. She didn't dare to put too much force on it, fearing she might hurt

searching for a while, she suddenly heard a grunt from

only to find that Patrick was staring at her, with his eyes filled with

hand out quick as lightning. Yet Patrick pressed her hand down a lot faster. "Mrs. Hopper, a bit of a dick move

think?"

already been safely parked in the garage. She did not enjoy being his plaything and questioned, "Since you've stopped, why don't you take