At this moment, Summer Ford was like a cat showing its claws.
She bit down hard, driven purely by retaliation after being provoked by him.
Just as the taste of blood spread between their mouths, she tried to pull away, only to have Ethan Laurent hold her by the nape of her neck.
"You think you can leave just like that?" He pressed her head towards him, wiped away the seductive trace of blood from his lips, showing no sign of anger, only a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips, "Do you like it to be this intense?"
Summer Ford was startled, wary of his intentions, instinctively raising her hand to create space between them, but Ethan Laurent seized her wrist.
Pushing her against the back of the chair, pinning her hand there, he leaned down, his lips finding hers in a fervent kiss, "Now it's my turn!"
"Let's talk when we get back!" Summer Ford lifted her hand to try to push him away, but couldn't manage to free herself.
