Love from My Dominant Boss

“Is there still a need for pretense in front of me, Anna? Before you get acquainted with Yuval Lambert, you were very enthusiastic in bed with me. But now that you’ve got another man, you’re starting to resist, huh?”

Michael’s voice was cold, and the desire in his eyes had long since vanished without a trace. At that moment, I couldn’t discern any emotion from his eyes as he stared at me.

At his repeated mentions of Yuval, the wrath within me skyrocketed. What the hell is wrong with him? How has Yuval offended him? Besides, nothing happened between me and Yuval, so he has no right to disparage me like that!

“Michael Shaw, let me tell you this. My relationship with Yuval isn’t as filthy as you think. We’re dating with the goal of marriage, unlike my friends-with-benefits relationship with you!”

I looked at him in derision while glowering indignantly.

Regardless of whether I have any feelings for Yuval, the fact remains that we’re dating for marriage and not for pleasures of the flesh! Plus, he’s really a gentleman. It’s almost a month since we got acquainted, but he has never crossed any lines with me.

“Oh, you’re defending him now, huh? Anna, don’t you forget that you’re still my woman for half a year starting today!”

Men had always been possessive creatures, especially when two men were fighting for the same woman. They would never back down as their domineering nature reared its head.

Despite my ire, I had no retort since I indeed agreed to his stipulation earlier.

At my silence, he threw me a look before he again started stimulating me. However, my arousal had largely dissipated after our row just now, and I didn’t feel much anymore despite his roaming hands then as my mood had been wholly ruined.

This time, he was no longer as patient as before. He merely did some foreplay perfunctorily and went straight to intercourse.

“Stop it, Michael! Stop!”

his chest, I wanted to push him away, but he simply pinned me like a massive boulder and refused to

had him going

me, he didn’t slow down the slightest bit. At that moment, I finally realized that I was only a tool for him to satiate

me.

half an hour later, he was

me? If

and straightening my clothes. Right then, I didn’t want to see him

such a hurry to leave because

remained sprawled on the bed without stopping me, but the

it, what has my relationship

none of your business.

argue with him anymore,

but the buttons on my shirt had been ripped off, causing my shirt

leaving when I was barely decent. Recalling Michael’s frenzy back then, I grew all the more incensed, and

to leave?

with

your part? How am I supposed to leave when my shirt is now barely in

plopped onto the edge of the bed. Irritation inundated me as I looked at the

the initiative to strip