Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)

Chapter 348 I Like My Women Gentle

Anna's eyes were bright with tears as she glared at him defiantly.

Looking at his face that was handsome enough to drive women crazy, a playful and confident smile hanging on his thin lips, she lost her anger for a moment.

But only for a moment.

Because no matter how deeply in love she was with him, he didn’t love her at all.

Liam turned towards her and met her watery eyes, his heart squeezed in his chest. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Anna met his dark eyes, the flush on her cheeks extending to her neck.

She bowed her head, smoothed her hair back to hide her awkwardness.

Liam opened his thin lips, and spat out a few words," Call me your hubby."

"If you don't, I'll eat you up right here, you know I can, we have an agreement."

This damn man.

She must have committed countless sins in her past life to be cursed with meeting him.

She could've had a happy life as Miss Hamilton, but she was tricked into signing the stupid agreement with him.

Since he didn’t like her, why would he do this to her?

And yet she couldn't reject him, this felt so humiliating!

Anna glared at him furiously and squeezed out the words between her teeth.

"My hubby.”

"Do you plan to cook your hubby for dinner? Be gentler."

Anna's lips twitched, softening her tone, "Hubby."

"Are you being held at gunpoint? Be more natural."

You are the idiot who's holding me at gunpoint!

Anna rolled her eyes at him condescendingly, cleared her throat, and pouted sulkily, "My hubby ”

Liam raised his eyebrows, looking at her weirdly, "I don't need special treatment."

Anna was speechless, she gritted her teeth, chest rising up and down as if she was a balloon ready to explode.

Looking at her full chest and the pink flush dusting her milky-white complexion, she looked like a fresh peach, ripe for the picking.

Liam parked the car in a dark deserted alleyway, put a hand behind her neck, and pulled her to him.

His kisses peppered across her face...

"Ugh..."

She struggled, but he held her tightly.

"Don’t move, I miss you."

The same move again.

Furiously, Anna wanted to speak, but all that escaped from her lips was scattered moans.

"Who am I?” He asked commandingly.

His voice sounded raspy, mesmerizing, and intoxicating, pulling her deeper into his deadly trap.

Her mind was blank, she followed his instructions and muttered lowly, "My hubby..."

Her soft voice laced with a thread of submission lit his body on fire.

Their breaths interlaced with each other in the tight, confined space, becoming erratic and warm...

The temperature in the car rose rapidly.

The night turned passionate...

"Liam."

"Call me your hubby." "...Can you be more serious? Are you here just to make me call you my hubby and sleep with you?" Anna lay i n his lap, body soft and pliant, and asked breathlessly.

She was angry at herself, she seemed to be stuck in a weird vortex.

A minute ago, she was just furious at his cold and unfeeling attitude, and then she fell into his honeyed trap, unwilling and unable to free herself.

Sigh.

She was hopeless...

"I just wanted to prove with you through actions that even here, you can make me happy."

Every time they were together, she felt like all her bones were broken, her waist sore and painful.

She had no strength to discuss such meaningless topics with him, lying straight on his body, the residual warmth in the car and sticky air making her sleepy.

Looking at the woman who was curled up in his lap sleeping like a cat, his lips curled upwards, torn between a smile and a cry.

He was already trying his best to control himself; did h e still tire her out?

Previously, when he left the hospital and noticed her location was in the Predicament Bar, he was slightly pissed.

It looks like he had to keep his eyes tightly on her, so she wouldn't have the strength to go to places like that again.

Not even if it was a gay bar!

This little woman was definitely different from the rest.

Both of her friends were either crazy or gay, he wondered what tragedy did she go through as a child, for her to have such peculiar tastes in people.

But Jamie, he could help him get rid of Wilson...

He smiled and shook his head, adjusting the seat so Anna could sleep more comfortably.

He reached forward to start the ignition but then Anna's phone pinged with a new notification.

Liam hesitated and swiped to open the message.

The air around him turned ice-cold.

Anna seemed to be aware of the temperature change, she frowned slightly and curled up tighter into a ball.

Liam glanced at her, his eyes dark and unreadable. He lay his jacket on her exposed body, started the ignition, and drove off into the night sky.

A bar in the southern part of the city.

Chloe twisted her waist in a sexy dance on the second floor, a thick layer of makeup on her face, wearing a short, black dress with a pair of black knee-high boots.

The past few days she had been stuck at home; she would puke if she saw more of the nutritious food that was stuffed down her throat.

And Bryan wasn't around much, only appearing for minutes in a day, asking after the baby in her belly and leaving in a hurry, not caring about her or wanting to spend time with her.

The anger and frustration pent up in her with nowhere to vent.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and crept out of the house behind Grandma Dawson's back.

The loud, electric music roared in her ears. Bright lights shone across the dark hall. Bodies of both men and women writhing on the dance floor, intoxicated b y the music and alcohol.

Chloe squinted and looked at the dance floor downstairs, immersed in the atmosphere, but she was still wary, even ordering the drink with the lowest alcohol content available. Although it tasted weak and bland, it was better than nothing.

"Hi, beautiful, you're here alone? What a coincidence, I’m alone too. Come, have a drink.”

A young, handsome, and well-dressed stranger approached her, staring at her deep cleavage that was clearly on display, tone light and flirty.

Chloe swept her eyes over him, smiled charmingly, lifted her glass, clinked it with his, and took a sip.

The man smiled and slipped an arm around her waist, moving it flirtatiously across her body.

Bryan hadn't touched her in a long time.

She knew he was most probably out with his various mistresses when came home late using work as an excuse, or some nights not even bothering to come home at all.

The man's fingers caressed her skin skillfully. She didn't know how to reject him, so she silently allowed his hands to journey across her body.

Seeing her lack of refusal, he was delighted.

Thinking he had scored a beautiful lady for the night, his hands grew bolder, and he pulled her closer to him, breathing out a puff of hot breath in her ear, "It's s o crowded here, should we go somewhere else?"

The man pointed to a dark, deserted corner of the room.

Chloe hesitated, she wanted to let her down and have fun but was worried about the child in her belly.

Come to think of it, Bryan was cheating on her, so why should she save herself for him?

Seeing her expression, the man knew he had a chance, so he tugged her up and headed for the corner.

Thinking about her pent-up anger and frustration over the past few days and feeling that there shouldn't be any problem, in a matter of moments the man had already unhooked her underwear.

"Ugh... go slow, I like it gentler."

With her direction, the man slowed his actions, then a litany of heavy moans and caresses followed lost adrift in the loud music.

By the time Chloe walked out of the bar, she felt like her body was drifting, her leg muscles soft and strengthless.

She quickly got rid of him afterward, not giving him any chances to bother her.

She softly caressed her slightly aching belly, didn't think too much of it, and hailed a taxi.

Bryan hadn't been home for two nights in a row, she didn't feel like going to the Dawson family home tonight, so she directed the driver to the Hamilton villa.

At the entrance, she hopped out of the taxi.

She was keying in the password, when suddenly, a man rushed towards her, clapping a hand over her mouth, covering her screams for help.

"Ugh, ugh..."