Chapter 805 He Definitely Won't Pay Attention to Her
Brady moved with a confident precision that was all his own. In the dim light of the car, shadows danced across his clean, handsome jawline, making him look like a perfect sculpture. Violet's heart started pounding uncontrollably as she watched him.
It was her first time doing something like this, and she felt awkward and embarrassed, instinctively wanting to pull back.
She bit her lip and, trembling, tried to coax him, "Babe, should we go to a hotel? What if someone sees us here?"
"No one's gonna see us. I got the bodyguards watching the road," Brady said, already undoing his belt.
Violet glanced at him, her face growing even redder, her body starting to shake. Luckily, the car's dim lighting helped hide her blush and nervousness.
"Babe, I'm not used to this," Violet said, trying to make one last attempt to resist.
But as soon as she finished speaking, Brady, who had been leaning back in his seat, suddenly leaned forward, wrapping his arm around her back and pulling her into his embrace. His other hand gripped her soft chin, and he kissed her fiercely.
The kiss was intense, as if he wanted to steal every breath from her lungs.
Violet felt her breath becoming difficult, but aside from the struggle to breathe, her mouth was filled with Brady's strong, clean, and domineering presence. Every bit of it made her body tingle with excitement.
Her body pressed against his strong chest, soft and firm, colliding.
She couldn't help but tremble more, her hands clutching his shoulders, gripping his shirt tightly, refusing to let go.
"Still wanna go to those places?" Brady asked maliciously, biting her soft, jelly-like lips during the kiss.
"I didn't do anything," Violet said, her voice trembling with emotion and breathlessness.
"So you still wanna go?" Brady's dissatisfaction was evident, and he kissed her even more aggressively.
The kiss was so fierce that Violet almost couldn't breathe. She quickly said, "No. Stop kissing me, I can't breathe."
Did he want to suffocate her?
Of course, Brady wouldn't do that. He controlled the intensity of his kisses, never truly intending to harm her.
"Are you sure you won't go again?" Brady released her, his fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him.
In the dim car, the woman, dazed from the kiss, had unfocused eyes, her lips glistening with their mixed saliva, which slowly dripped down her lip and onto his hand.
The atmosphere was charged with intimacy.
Brady's deep eyes darkened as he gazed at her. His dear Violet was indeed captivating.
Brady's anger had long dissipated; he was just trying to scare her, to ensure she wouldn't go out partying again. Nightclubs were dangerous unless he was with her. Alone, she could encounter all sorts of unsavory characters.
Who knew what kind of scum she might run into?
"I won't," Violet said, recognizing his anger. She wouldn't dare go again.
If she did, knowing his temperament, he would likely ignore her for a long time.
Better to avoid it. She wouldn't go next time.
"Are you still mad?" Violet asked.
"A little. What do you think?" Brady said, gently wiping the mixed saliva from her lips with his finger.
This man.
Violet had no choice. She was in the wrong, so she steeled herself. She was a married woman, after all. Why couldn't she be a bit more daring?
He had brought her here for some car fun.
He wanted her to take the initiative.
So, she would take the initiative.
Violet licked her lips, and without needing Brady to teach her, she straddled his lap and leaned down to kiss his lips.
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