Chapter 295 The Moan in the Backseat of the Rolls-Royce
Elizabeth cleared her throat, trying to keep her cool as she coughed twice. "If I wanted to jump out of the car, I wouldn't have gotten in."
Michael's smile grew wider. "So, are you scared I'll eat you up?"
Before he finished his sentence, he grabbed her and pulled her over in one swift motion.
Elizabeth was caught off guard by his speed. She crossed her arms over her chest and widened her eyes. "What... what are you doing?"
Michael looked at her with a grin, loosening his tie. "Take a wild guess."
Elizabeth gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly, 'Michael, you jerk, playing the big bad wolf and little rabbit game with me.'
He had her get in the car, made the back seat so private, and it was obvious what he wanted.
Elizabeth bit her lip. "Michael, we're in the car! The driver is still here! The car is still moving!"
Michael laughed again. "So, if the car stops and the driver isn't here, it's okay?"
Elizabeth glared at him. "Okay for what? When did I agree to anything?"
Michael had already pulled off his tie and was smiling as he tied Elizabeth's hands and raised them above her head. He pressed her down on the back seat, trapping her in his embrace.
Elizabeth couldn't believe it. "Michael, what are you up to now?"
Michael looked down at her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
Elizabeth felt a chill run down her spine as she looked into his eyes.
Lying on the back seat, with him hovering over her and her hands tied, she knew there was no escape.
She closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, and said with a resigned expression, "Go ahead!"
Michael didn't expect her to give in so easily.
He sat up, resting one hand on the seat back, and looked down at her with an amused expression. "Elizabeth, why do you look like you're at my mercy? Am I a tyrant?"
Elizabeth didn't respond, cursing him silently, 'You jerk, don't you have any self-awareness?'
Seeing her like this, Michael suddenly lost interest. He had thought that since he had helped her and she had willingly gotten into his car, she would be open to him making a move.
But now, it seemed it was all just his wishful thinking.
She still wasn't interested in him.
He removed the tie from her hands and helped her sit up. Then, he sat back, looking indifferent and saying nothing.
Elizabeth was confused by his actions. What was going on? Was he so used to her resistance that her compliance bored him? This jerk, such a pervert.
She sat up, rubbing her wrists where he had tied them, and leaned forward to secretly observe him.
No one expected the driver to make a sudden sharp left turn, causing Elizabeth, who wasn't seated properly, to be thrown back into Michael's arms.
Her head rested on his lap, and she looked up at him with wide eyes. "I swear I didn't do that on purpose. Do you believe me?"
After the earlier struggle, her hair was a mess, spread out over his lap.
Her eyes were wide open, reflecting his image and the car's ceiling lights.
Her lips were slightly parted, and she swallowed nervously.
Michael watched her movements and couldn't help but swallow hard.
Elizabeth was a bit nervous, watching him and trying to guess his next move. Because of her nerves, she licked her lips.
Michael, still looking down at her, felt his gaze darken. Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed her.
Elizabeth's eyes widened even more. Her mind went blank.
Hadn't Michael just lost interest? What was this about? Was he toying with her?
Anger surged within her, and she bit his lip.
Michael groaned, clearly not expecting her to be so fierce. He let go of her and sat up, just looking at her.
She had a defiant look on her face.
Despite her defiance, she was still lying on his lap, lips tightly pressed together, eyes glaring at him, with a drop of his blood on her lips, making them look more vibrant.
Michael suddenly smiled slightly, thinking she looked like a little wildcat. She had claws but not much threat.
He held her, turned her around, and pulled her back into his arms, whispering hoarsely in her ear, "What's wrong? Are you mad?"
He smiled at her, his deep voice seductive. "Tell me, compared to that male model at the club, who's better looking, him or me?"
Elizabeth turned her head away sharply.
Michael's lips curled up, not in a hurry for her answer. He turned her face back, pressing her down on the seat, and kissed her passionately.
This kiss was intense and deep, filled with desire.
He kissed her, his heavy breathing filling her ears.
Elizabeth's breath was taken away, and she was forced to tilt her head back to accept his kiss.
Michael's actions grew more intense. His hand slipped under her shirt, caressing her sensitive skin.
Elizabeth felt his hand burning hot.
In his fiery kiss, she closed her eyes, her hands unconsciously climbing up to his shoulders.
Feeling her response, Michael stopped kissing her, panting heavily as he pulled away from her lips.
Elizabeth, suddenly released, looked at him with dazed eyes.
She didn't realize how alluring she looked at that moment.
Michael let go of her legs, laying her flat on the back seat, and began undressing her.
His breathing was heavy, his eyes blazing, his hands hot.
Every inch of her skin he touched felt like it was on fire.
Elizabeth lay there, her heart racing.
Michael undressed himself as well.
He lifted her, positioning her on his lap.
The car's heater was on high, and the seats were heated. Despite being undressed, Elizabeth didn't feel cold.
She trembled, kneeling on his lap, facing him, her hands around his neck.
Michael held her waist, guiding her to merge with his body.
As their bodies joined, they both let out a satisfied moan.
The Rolls-Royce glided smoothly down the road.
Michael buried his head in Elizabeth's chest.
Elizabeth's head tilted back slightly. She clung tightly to him.
Her body moved rhythmically on his.
Their moans of pleasure filled the car.
At that moment, the back seat of the Rolls-Royce was a scene of passion.
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