Chapter 274 He Wanted Her to Tell Him Personally
Lillian felt Jackson very strange. She couldn't understand his thoughts.
"Why are you nervous?" Jackson asked calmly as he looked down at Lillian. His large hand was audaciously caressing her soft waist and abdomen, sending waves of shivers through her.
How could Lillian not be nervous? Her waist had always been sensitive, and he surely knew that, which was why he kept lingering there. The places his large hand touched felt soft, as if they were about to melt into his palm. It stirred up an unstoppable tingling sensation. While her body was being teased, Lillian also worried about the baby being discovered, although her belly was still very flat. Jackson shouldn't be able to feel anything.
"Why aren't you talking? Don't you like me touching you like this anymore? I remember you used to like it a lot," Jackson said softly.
He leaned close to Lillian's ear. His breath was warm and accompanied by faint kisses, falling on the nape of her neck and behind her ear.
Lillian's cheeks turned crimson, both embarrassed and angry.
She struggled and said, "Get away from me! Did you bring me back just for this?"
Jackson pressed Lillian down firmly. He lifted his head from her neck, his long eyes narrowing slightly as he asked, "Don't you have something to tell me? Think carefully."
Jackson's handsome face was calm, but his whole being seemed to be suppressing an extremely dangerous aura.
When he thought about Lillian hiding her pregnancy from him and planning to go abroad with Barry, he became so furious that he nearly lost all sense of reason. He was giving her one more chance. He wanted her to tell him about the pregnancy herself! However, Lillian was both frightened and angered by Jackson's cold and dangerous demeanor.
She shouted, "No! We've already registered for divorce. There's nothing more to say! You're a big shot in Miracalia. You can have any woman you want. If you want to do this, go find Wendy. You..."
Lillian's angry words were abruptly cut off by his lips pressing down hard. The kiss was fierce and ruthless, filled with endless plunder and possession, punishment and anger, with not a trace of tenderness, overwhelming all of Lillian's senses in an instant.
At the same time, Jackson's large hand moved from her waist and abdomen to a softer, more undulating area, roughly kneading and playing with her through her bra.
His body pressed against hers, exuding a more savage danger.
Lillian was terrified and bit Jackson, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth, but he didn't stop. She raised her hand to hit him, but he caught her hand, interlocking their fingers, and pressed her back into the leather seat. The entire car was filled with intense sounds of intimacy, while outside the car window, the roar of passing vehicles could be heard. Lillian didn't expect that Jackson was doing this in the car on the road outside the airport. If it weren't for the familiar scent of Jackson on him, Lillian would have doubted whether the man in front of her, seemingly driven mad by lust, was really Jackson.
In their two years of marriage, he had always been restrained and cold. She had never known he could go mad to this extent over such matters. In their entanglement, her clothes had become disheveled, her oversized sweater pushed up to her chest, and her jeans pulled off, leaving Lillian's slender, bare legs trembling on the leather seat.
Jackson bent her knees apart, poised to penetrate her. Lillian's whole body stiffened, and her eyes opened wide.
It was then that Jackson finally left her red lips, allowing her to catch her breath and speak. He asked again in a hoarse voice, "Lillian, do you really have nothing to tell me?"
Lillian panted heavily. She didn't know what Jackson wanted to hear from her. She was terrified by him. She had seen many sides of him—noble and aloof, silent and indifferent, restrained and patient, high-spirited. But she had never seen him so crazed, bloodthirsty, and rough. She was filled with fear, humiliation, and anger, and at the same time, she was very worried about the baby in her belly.
"No! Stop!" she panted urgently and pleaded.
Jackson finally stopped, his deep eyes staring at her with suppressed intensity. He asked, "Tell me, why not?"
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