The CEO's Seven-Day Lover: Five Years Later, I Brought His Child Back

Chapter Six: Jealous Men Are Terrifying

Yvaine sat uneasily beside Julian Hawthorne, watching him casually toss Rohman's business card out the window.

Sigh, was this the calm before the storm?

Suddenly, Julian Hawthorne's hand gripped her waist, pulling her into his arms.

Yvaine frowned slightly; his grip was so tight that her lower back must be covered in bruises.

"You like him?"

His voice was deep, almost interrogative, and it seemed to lower the temperature in the carriage.

Yvaine shook her head frantically in denial.

Who would like him? If Julian Hawthorne hadn't come, she wouldn't know how to get rid of him.

"No."

His fingers brushed her cheek, gently tucking a stray hair behind her ear, and finally, his index finger lightly touched her lips.

“You two seemed to be having a good time.”

A jolt ran through her from where he had touched her. She whispered nervously, “We just chatted for a bit, nothing much…”

Yvaine’s long eyelashes fluttered, her eyes darting around, worried he wouldn’t believe her.

Julian Hawthorne chuckled.

“Just a few words and you’ve already mesmerized him.” His smile was alluring, but Yvaine saw a hidden danger in his eyes. “This face, it’ll be incredible in a few years.”

The next moment, Julian Hawthorne leaned over and pressed her into the seat, his strong arms gripping her shoulders, and he forcefully kissed her lips.

His moist lips pressed against hers, prying open her teeth, forcing her to entwine with his.

“Ugh… listen to me… Julian Hawthorne…”

Yvaine’s teeth were jolted shut, tears welling in her eyes from the pain, and she could already taste the faint metallic tang of her own blood.

But the man wouldn’t listen to her explanation.

He tore open her chiffon blouse, kissed her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys on her pale skin.

This woman, her beauty, always so captivating!

Yvaine gasped, pounding her fists on his chest.

Julian Hawthorne was like a volcano, pinning her down and plundering her beauty.

“We didn’t… really… I just found his wallet and returned it to him… we didn’t do anything… please believe me…”

She stammered, finally managing to explain what she wanted to say, but he showed no sign of letting her go.

His hand slipped inside her bra, cupping her breast, and he lowered his head to suckle her pink n****e.

He wanted her again.

This woman, once she'd tasted him, couldn't forget him.

Yvaine let out a soft cry, "Not here...please...don't..." Her small hands pressed against his chest, her tearful eyes fixed on him.

This man was incredibly bold.

The car was closed, but the driver was still there. Did he intend to do that in front of the driver?

Yvaine didn't know that he was a professionally trained driver and bodyguard, utterly loyal to Julian Hawthorne. He wouldn't ask a single question or glance at Julian Hawthorne's private affairs.

Yvaine sobbed, her violet eyes fixed on him, trembling with fear, looking as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Julian Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, propped himself up, and looked at her, as if considering.

Letting her go now wasn't out of the question, but he was starting to enjoy teasing her with her frightened expression.

Yvaine gently kissed his thin lips. "Let's go back to the hotel, okay? Not here."

This kiss wasn't enough to dispel Julian Hawthorne's desire for her, but it satisfied him.

He sat beside her, straightening his suit. "Back to the hotel."

The driver smoothly drove back to the hotel.

Once in the room, Julian Hawthorne naturally wouldn't let her go.

Under the dim bedside lamp, Julian Hawthorne grinned, revealing his neat teeth, his gaze on her wickedly.

"Baby, so you're quite restless!" he said, grabbing her skirt and tearing the expensive dress in two with a forceful tug.

Before she could close her eyes, before she could even gasp, his kisses rained down on her body.

Julian Hawthorne clung to her greedily like a leech, kissing her beautiful, delicate lips.

Yvaine's gasps were swallowed by him, her body growing hotter and hotter. She felt something hard rubbing between her legs.

That couldn't be…

Her cheeks flushed crimson, a delicate blush spreading across her face, her captivating eyes breathtakingly beautiful.

Julian Hawthorne breathed heavily. This woman was simply too alluring; it wouldn't be unreasonable to want to devour her.

He lifted her legs, grasped his p***s, aimed at her open v****a, and thrust into her. A soft moan escaped Yvaine's lips, so sweet it made him forget all tenderness.

"It's uncomfortable…" Yvaine writhed uncomfortably.

“Really?” Julian Hawthorne touched the tight opening that had swallowed his entire p***s, and chuckled, “But baby, it’s so wet here.”

Julian Hawthorne wrapped his arms around Yvaine’s slender waist, his already fully inserted p***s pushing forward, wishing he could also cradle him two full testicles into that tight opening.

“Ah—ah!”