"You..."
Jolie was stunned, completely taken aback that her unintentional actions had been twisted into something so outrageous by him.
"No, that's not true! I wasn't..." She shook her head furiously, desperately denying the accusations.
Gavin's eyes bore into hers, his gaze intense and unreadable. His large hand still rested on her bare waist, the occasional movement of his fingers causing her body to tense.
The unfamiliar sensation sent a strange shiver through her an unfamiliar and unnerving response. She tried her best to suppress the fluttering feeling, remaining perfectly still, afraid to make any sudden moves.
His voice, calm and detached, broke the silence. "If that's the case, why did you say those things? Weren't you testing whether I see you as Selena's substitute?"
Jolie froze.
Her thoughts, her intentions-everything had been laid bare. The stark embarrassment of having her ploy exposed washed over her like a tidal wave.
She wasn't a match for him. That much was painfully clear.
But what could she do now? How could she salvage the situation?
Her startled, flustered expression didn't escape Gavin's notice. His arm tightened around her, pulling her closer against him. His sharp nose brushed against hers, their breaths mingling in the narrowing space between them. Pinned beneath him, Jolie found herself utterly at his mercy. His sudden closeness left her completely powerless.
"Wait! Just wait a second!" she blurted, her voice trembling as her chest rose and fell rapidly. The softness of her body pressed against the hard contours of his, and the overwhelming pressure of his presence made her heart race. "I'll admit it-I was testing you," she confessed hurriedly, her voice tinged with desperation.
"I can't stand the thought of being treated as someone else's substitute. I'm Jolie Quin, and no one else. But that was only after we got inside those other things you mentioned weren't intentional. You misunderstood me, please don't think of me that way!" Her eyes, wide with urgency, brimmed with sincerity as she pleaded with him to believe her. She couldn't bear this kind of misunderstanding.
She wasn't trying to seduce him-far from it!
But Gavin's attention had shifted entirely. His gaze had fallen to her lips-soft, plump, and inviting, like a flower in full bloom or a ripe cherry ready to be plucked. Whatever she said, it was clear he wasn't listening.
He spoke in a low, steady voice, "What's the difference between seducing once or multiple times?"
"I..."
Jolie opened her mouth to argue, but before she could say another word, his lips claimed hers once more.
This time, his kiss was deeper, more commanding, his breath overpowering as he seized every ounce of her sweetness, pulling her entirely into his rhythm.
His hand roamed over her delicate skin, feeling the shivers coursing through her. Even her softness seemed to tremble under his touch. "No..."
Jolie tried to protest, desperately searching for a moment to speak, but each attempt was silenced as his lips crushed hers again.
It was infuriating.
He was dominating.
He left her no space to catch her breath, no room to resist.
This total loss of control, this feeling of being utterly at someone else's mercy, was something she loathed.
Gasping for air, Jolie struggled against him, her hands clawing at his chest and shoulders in defiance.
Feeling frustrated, she even tried to bite him, aiming for the tip of his tongue.
But Gavin didn't stop her.
Instead, he let her flail against him,
her struggles only fueling his resolve. Before she could carry out
her defiant act, he tightened his hold,
deepening the kiss, his dominance
pushing her further under his
control.
Jolie felt like her entire world was spinning. Everything else seemed to fade away, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of his aggressive presence surrounding her.
Finally, after what felt like an
eternity, she flinched as his touch
became more heated, sending a jolt
through her. Her body instinctively recoited, and she gasped, "Neno... stop..."
Gavin's temple visibly tensed, the veins at his forehead faintly pulsing. His eyes were heavy with intensity a thick haze of desire swirling in their depths as his hands gripped her waist with unmistakable intent.
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