You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 44

Joyce sat up from the couch and was just about to get up.

Luther came out of the bathroom. His black hair was wet with water droplets slipping down and dripping

onto his sexy chest. There were water droplets in his defined face.

White bath towel was around his belly button, sexy to the extreme.

Robust physique, strong muscular lines, long and slender legs.

Last night the light was dark, now it was so bright.

She could see it more clearly and realistically.

Thinking about what she did last night, Joyce instantly blushed. After all, she had not been intimate with

men before. That he was so "naked" and stood in front of her naturally made her feel embarrassed.

She turned her face away.

"Did you help me change into my pajamas last night?" Luther raised his eyebrows. His eyes were like

falcons, looking at her askance.

"Yes, I did it."

It was not okay for Joyce to deny it.

"I didn't throw up. Why did I need to change?" A strange fire jumped in Luther's eyes, "And why am I

sleeping in this room."

It seemed that he didn't remember anything after he got off the car yesterday.

"I had to get you here last night when you were drunk and I was the one driving you home. And

Grandma was watching us downstairs. We couldn't let Grandma find out we didn't sleep in the same

room!" Joyce explained awkwardly.

It was early in the morning. Did he get up with a bad mood?

He was a man. Why did he mind it that she helped him change?

She didn't even care.

He frowned slightly and took a big step closer to her, forcing her to confess more, "Is that so? Why do I

get the impression that you're always trying to find ways to undress me?"

"You're sick." Joyce frowned and stood up from the couch, trying to push away from him who was

stepping up close to her.

Her heart was beating so fast. Obviously she had covered it up. Did he find it out?

He was one step quicker to hold her wrist.

His hands were slightly hot, perhaps because he had just taken a shower.

Even she felt hot.

She tried to break away from him, but couldn't shake it off.

"Do you know that or not?" He leaned closer to her, almost clinging. "No one can be sober when a man

and a woman are in the same room together. You're playing with fire."

This woman had tempted him twice and now she was pretending to be innocent.

He could no longer repress his feelings.

He held her head and kissed her.

The fresh mint smell rushed straight into her nose, lips and teeth, and up to her heart and lungs.

She froze, her mind going blank.

Feeling herself violated, instinct made her raise her hand.

He left her lips and instantly squeezed her wrist, tying her hands behind her back. There was a dark

red fire burning at the bottom of his eyes, "Want to hit me a second time?"

He covered her lips again.

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His breathing was getting heavier, and she just felt like she was suffocating and about to be swallowed

by him.

When she tried to push him away, he simply held her hands back with one hand, so that she could not

move and could only let him violate her.

She was kissed and her whole body trembled lightly. The more she trembled, the more he kissed her.

That was how a man behaved. The more they resisted, the more they wanted.