The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 71

In the next second, the ferocious beast bit its prey's fragile neck. Maeve cried out in pain. The moment she opened her mouth. Byron seized the opportunity. The warm tip of his tongue forced apart her teeth and bit her lip. "Ugh! Let go-" Maeve was speechless and couldn't speak further. Her hands were weak as she pushed against his shoulders, but it was useless. Tears welled up in her eyes as anger and grievance rose from the bottom of her heart. Maeve thought. What does he take me for? Who does he think tam now?' She closed her eyes and bit Byron's lower lip hard.

пага.

The thick scent of blood immediately filled their mouths. Byron's eyes were faintly red but his mind became clear. Looking at Maeve's flushed face and her panicked and resistant gaze, his eyes grew cold. He thought, "Is she so unwilling to be with me when she has been in another man's arms?"

With this thought in mind, not only did Byron not let go of Macke, but he even tore open the collar of her pajamas. Then, his long legs forcefully squeezed between her legs and he leaned over to kiss her again. His kiss was as wild as a storm. Red marks appeared on Maeve's soft skin one after another. She could not resist at all. Her delicate body trembled under his control.

"M-Mr. Mcdaniel... Byron! You can't do this. What do you take me for!" Her heart was in a panic, and the intense uneasiness made her eyes turn red. She thought, It shouldn't be like this. We shouldn't do this. Drip-drip. Hot Hot tears suddenly fell on the back of Byron's hand. He stopped and looked down.

Maeve's face was flushed from crying. Her hair was wet and stuck to her cheeks. Her pajamas were already hastily gathered at her waist. Her exposed smooth skin was covered in red marks that was all his doing. Under normal circumstances, Byron might have felt pity for her But now, he wasn't. He narrowed his eyes and pinched Maeve's chin. He said hoarsely, "You don't want me to touch you Maeve's nose was red as she nodded in a panic.

"Sure." His tone was indifferent and cold. "Be good and open your mouth. Let me kiss you as much as I want. Then I won't touch you.

"What did he mean by as much as he wants? What if he never stops?' Maeve thought, shaking her head in panic. However, she could feel the imminent threat in front of her. She could only hold back her anger and agree. When she closed her eyes, she comforted herself that she had kissed him before anyway. It didn't matter if it happened again. It would be like kissing a dog "Maeve, you seem to have mistaken" Byron looked at Maeve with her eyes closed and mocked, Tm asking you to kiss me."

Maeve looked up in shock. Her red lips parted for a moment before she said, "I-I don't know how to...". You won't do

it?" Byron rubbed his palm against her slender waist suggestively.

continue?"

period. I'm really uncomfortable. I want

time and clucked his tongue. He tidied her pajamas a little roughly and lay down again. He wrapped his arms around her

she saw this. Perhaps drunk men were very unreasonable. After all, he had said

Chapter 71

lips tightly. Her emotions were in a

Soon. Byro

steadied, as if he

no matter what. She was so angry that she lowered her head and bit his hand. Still, he didn't move at all. Maeve was furious. Her lower abdomen had been feeling uncomfortable for a long time and she was already exhausted. She decided

as if she had put a heating pad there. She reached out to touch

her pajama

back into her mind bit by bit. Her face instantly turned

and ran out of the master bedroom without looking

long after she left, Byron slowly opened his eyes and sat up with one hand on the bed. His dark face was filled with fatigue. He couldn't believe he got wasted last

dark and gloomy. His temples were throbbing He sat quietly for a moment to calm down before getting out of bed. When he stepped into the bathroom, his expression

sideways as she stood in front of the mirror with an ointment in her hand. She was not wearing a shirt or bra, and her smooth skin was exposed, including her thin and beautiful shoulders, her

miss a spot. The beautiful scene in front of him gradually overlapped with the scene of the ambiguous entanglement last night. His