Chapter 111 Behave, Cooperate with Me
Lillian lifted her head and stared at Jackson.
"My left eye diagnoses you with delusional disorder, and my right eye diagnoses you with narcissistic personality disorder, both in advanced stages. I'll help you research where we could get you cured later."
Jackson wasn't angry when he heard her words, his thin lips merely curved slightly.
"Before saying that, it would be more convincing if you put on your skirt first."
Lillian thought about when he had just come in, she was in the middle of taking off her skirt with her backside raised, feeling a bit embarrassed about her actions.
And now, the torn skirt was still hanging halfway on her legs, with a cool sensation between her legs.
Her bare thigh skin was directly pressed against Jackson's suit pants, she could feel the texture of his thigh muscles and the warmth through the thin fabric.
Compared to her disheveled appearance, Jackson seemed like he was about to attend an important event, even his bow tie was neatly tied.
This scene, no matter who saw it, would probably think that she was seducing him actively.
Blushing with embarrassment, Lillian then turned from embarrassment to anger.
"Mr. Jackson, don't be presumptuous! I didn't know you were at home! If I knew you were here, I wouldn't have come in. Let me go!"
She struggled and twisted, her soft and fragrant body rubbing against Jackson's, igniting intense sparks and heat.
Jackson's lower abdomen tightened, letting out a soft groan.
It sounded extremely sexy, as if he was reaching the peak of desire.
Lillian froze, her ears turning red.
But before she could react, Jackson held the back of her head, wrapped his arm around her waist, rolled over, and pinned her beneath him.
The dressing room was covered with a soft, long carpet, and Lillian's soft body sank into it.
"You!"
Her words were sealed by his scorching breath pressing firmly against her red lips.
Lillian widened her eyes, and surprisingly, Jackson didn't close his eyes either.
Meeting his gaze up close, his usually cold and calm deep eyes were now filled with desire, like a whirlpool ready to devour her.
Lillian's heart trembled, and she wanted to bite him. Jackson had anticipated this and let her go, raising his head.
While breathing heavily, Lillian said, "Did you take Viagra?"
Suddenly turning from sexually indifferent to ready to mate anytime, this jerk!
"Would you sleep with me if I take Viagra?" Jackson's thin lips curved slightly, and he even leaned down a bit.
Lillian suddenly felt Jackson's sexual response. Her body was trembling, and she looked at him with contempt.
"Get off me! I don't want this. I came back to get something, not to do this. I didn't mean to seduce you, you misunderstood."
She was anxious, as she was already sure she was pregnant.
The doctor had also reminded her to avoid intimacy with Jackson during the first three months, so Lillian struggled fiercely.
But Jackson firmly held her hands, pressed her head, and bent down to kiss her neck and collarbone heavily, his hot breath spreading to her sensitive ear.
"Why not? We haven't tried elsewhere. Behave, cooperate with me, so you won't suffer later!"
The more she resisted, the more turbulent his emotions became.
The sound of the belt buckle being opened made Lillian's scalp tingle, and she shouted.
"No! We are about to divorce, so we can't do this! If you're in heat, go find Wendy. Let me go."
Hearing her suggest he go find Wendy, a cluster of anger seemed to ignite in Jackson's heart, burning through his body.
He rubbed her body firmly, slightly raised his body, tore off the torn skirt at her knees, and then tried to remove the remaining fabric below.
"Your body is more honest than your words," he said.
Trembling with shame and helplessness, Lillian's body, under his teasing, was overwhelmed by the desire beyond her control.
Perhaps her heart still loved him.
But so what, she didn't want this.
"I'm a normal woman, so It's normal to have a physical reaction, it would be the same with another man..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Jackson pinched her cheeks, making it hard for her to speak.
With a gloomy expression, Jackson said, "Lillian, listen to what you're saying!"
Her mouth was forced to open by him. Her face turned red, her cheeks were sore from being pinched, and her eyes welled up with tears, which were watery and looked pitiful.
Jackson let go of Lillian. Seeing two red marks obvious on her cheeks, he frowned.
"If it hurts, don't deliberately provoke me."
As Lillian moved her numb jaw, about to speak, his kiss descended again, deepening.
His big hand also slipped under her sweater, trying to unhook her bra from behind, and his intentions were clear.
Lillian thought he had just calmed his physical desires, but he hadn't given up, causing her to struggle hard again.
He forcefully suppressed her, she closed her eyes, sinking into fear and confusion.
The recent encounter came back to her mind, causing Lillian to collapse emotionally, tears streaming down her face.
Tasting the bitter saltiness, Jackson sensed something was wrong and pulled back from her lips.
Regaining her voice, her lips trembled, and she uttered a weak sound.
In that moment of clarity, like being struck by lightning, he heard her say, "No, Jackson, no."
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