Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 21: Kiss
The next second, the car entered a newly constructed tunnel, completely dark and not yet equipped with lights.
It barely prevented Mia Hughes from seeing her disheveled appearance at that moment.
Claire Shaw kept her wits about her, dispelling the thoughts from her mind.
Unsure of how long the tunnel was, she propped herself up on the man’s body, trying to quickly put some distance between them.
Unbeknownst to her, Ethan Blackwood lowered his head just as she looked up, her red lips brushing against his.
The faint sensation was like a feather gently grazing her heart. Claire quickly moved away.
A spark is enough to set a prairie ablaze.
The next second, a large hand firmly gripped the back of her head, the man’s warm lips covering hers directly.
Strong, domineering.
Mercilessly crushing, plundering everything that belonged to her.
Their friends were right in the front seats, yet he held her and kissed deeply.
Claire didn’t even dare struggle too much, afraid of arousing suspicion.
"Claire, are you okay?" Mia Hughes’s concerned voice came through.
Claire panicked, as he showed no sign of letting go.
She urgently reached over and pinched Ethan Blackwood’s thigh hard, her fingers soft against the muscles as solid as stone.
Hurt the enemy by one, suffer nine hundred and ninety-nine yourself.
"Claire..." Mia seemed to be looking down at her phone.
Out of options, Claire wrapped her arm around his and shook it coquettishly, a gesture of submission and retreat.
Only then did Ethan release her.
Claire quickly spoke: "I’m fine, I just dropped my phone and was picking it up."
God knows her heart was about to leap out of her chest at that moment, and she mustered all her strength to keep her voice steady, making sure it sounded normal.
Ethan still hadn’t let go of her waist.
The dim light only faintly outlined the silhouettes in the front seat, the two in the back were invisible unless closely observed.
Mia complained: "Why did you speed up suddenly? And take a turn into this tunnel, it’s pitch black and terrifying."
Sean Jacobs, being part of the racing crowd, couldn’t resist the urge for a thrill.
He quickly apologized to Mia Hughes: "Sorry, did I scare you?"
"Not really, it was just a bit sudden. How long until we exit this tunnel?"
Ethan Blackwood, stroking the soft flesh at Claire’s waist, spoke in a steady voice: "At this current speed, about seven minutes."
He was explaining to Mia Hughes but it felt more like he was informing Claire.
Claire thought about how he had mentioned freshness last night, dreading what had come to pass.
In the darkness, his arms exerted force, easily lifting Claire onto his lap.
Facing away from him, Claire was still in shock, while his arm wrapped around her waist from under her arm and his other hand clasped her chin, kissing her from the side.
With only a thin layer of clothing on her body, she could clearly feel the solid and bulging muscles in his arms as he held her tightly.
Her short skirt had already left her thighs exposed, and the sleek yet not losing its softness of Ethan’s trousers was closely pressed against her skin, the man’s thigh muscles were as hard as rocks.
A wave of heat instantly spread from her toes to her entire body.
Claire didn’t have to look to know she probably looked like a lobster right now, thoroughly cooked.
She tried to struggle, but his kiss only became more forceful.
Even his fingers were restlessly wandering.
Mia’s chatter was constant and unending, yet gradually, Claire couldn’t hear a thing, her mind was only filled with her current sensations, it was so hot...
