Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 618 - 617: An Eye for an Eye
Maxwell Peary’s face was still quite pale, with no signs of improvement.
Obviously, he was not satisfied with her response.
"Speak the truth!"
Would she just simply check if he had indeed fallen asleep? If so, would she need to call out his name three times?
Nia Mitchell blinked, her face full of innocence, hoping he would forget what she had said.
But that was impossible.
"Speak!"
Maxwell Peary surely knew that she was just playing a prank. Today, he was determined to teach her a lesson.
HUMPH!
Her audacity was growing; not only was she unafraid of him, but she had also started to tease him.
"I... I was just..."
Nia Mitchell didn’t know what to say, and she tensed up.
Before she could say anything, Maxwell Peary ripped open her nightgown and lowered his head.
RRRIP...
He’s biting me!
Damn, the CEO is biting me, and... he’s biting me *there*!
"Ouch!"
Nia Mitchell tried to push him away, but she could not match the CEO’s strength. Tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably.
After a long time, Maxwell Peary raised his head and noticed that Rabina Mitchell was crying.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Maxwell Peary seemed a bit panicked. He looked down at his handiwork; the bite mark was a bit red and deep, but it hadn’t broken the skin or drawn blood.
"How about you bite me back?"
Maxwell Peary didn’t know how to comfort her. Her reaction left him at a loss.
Nia Mitchell sobbed, looking at the CEO who was still pinning her down. Anger welled up inside her.
Since he’d offered, I won’t hold back.
With that thought, she angrily reached out, hooked her arms around his neck, and bit down hard on the CEO’s chin.
HISS—
Maxwell Peary couldn’t believe it, his eyes widening. She actually... she bit my chin!
A slight sting came, followed by a tantalizing itch. All his blood rushed straight down to a certain part of his lower body.
As Nia Mitchell continued to bite, she sensed something was amiss. Blushing, she slowly released her hold.
Why... I feel something pressing against me...
Having been married for quite some time, Nia Mitchell obviously knew what it was.
"Maxwell, let me go. I want to get up."
She said this timidly, her voice filled with a desperate hope that he would agree and graciously let her go.
However, reality and expectations often differ significantly.
Maxwell Peary didn’t even budge, let alone let her go.
"Nia."
His husky voice echoed in her ear as his Adam’s apple bobbed, his tone utterly bewitching.
Just those two simple words sent shivers down Nia Mitchell’s spine, and a tingling weakness spread through her entire body.
As if rooted to the spot, Nia Mitchell remained motionless, her mind a complete blank.
"I want you."
He lowered his head and whispered close to her ear, his warm breath caressing her earlobe. Instantly, her entire ear flushed crimson and felt hot.
Nia Mitchell felt an urge to scratch that ear, but she didn’t dare to move.
"I..."
What am I supposed to say?
"I need to get up!"
She shyly tapped Maxwell Peary’s chest. This habitual little gesture made Maxwell Peary frown.
Is she... starting to hit me again?
"Did you hear what I just said?"
He ignored what she was saying and instead pressed firmly against her, making her feel the urgency of his desire.
WHOOSH!
All the blood rushed to her face.
Nia Mitchell’s face turned a deep crimson.
