Chapter 195: Suspicious identity

He could not resist the sound that slipped from the back of his throat. God Dammit, this woman was an agonizing curse someone spelled on him. 

He helped her settle on the passenger seat with her hands still tied. As he buckled her seatbelt, she writhed. Her body was unbearably hot. 

"We will be there in 5 minutes," He stroked her face. 

She glanced at him, her face flushed red as her chest rose and fell rapidly, "You don't want me?" The robe slightly loosened giving him a view of her milky white skin, her voluptuous breasts.

His throat ran dry and he grabbed a water bottle before gulping the water in one go. 

The movements of his throat and the water trailing from the corner of her lips got her body more uncomfortable. 

"I do. I do want you," He stepped on the accelerator without looking at the woman even once, "But not like this where I am not sure if you will even remember this."