Love from My Dominant Boss

“Is there a certain timing to have fun between the sheets?”

Michael turned to me with a quirked brow, his voice colored with suggestiveness.

As I clocked the burning desire in his eyes, my heart jolted, and I promptly averted my gaze.

“But there are other people in your house. Aren’t you afraid that they’ll hear us?”

“This is my house, so what if other people hear us? But well, if you’re afraid that they’ll hear you, you can keep your moans to yourself.”

Michael’s lips curved into a smirk. In the next moment, he stalked over with his profound gaze pinned on me.

His eyes were as profound as a bottomless whirlpool that I couldn’t help being drawn in.

“M-Michael…” I started stammering even as I instinctively backed a few steps away.

Without giving me an opportunity to speak further, he bent and scooped me up. Then, he swiftly strode toward the second floor.

The moment we arrived at the master bedroom, he placed me on the huge bed. Right after, he mounted me and pinned me underneath him.

Lying on the bed, anxiety swamped me as I gazed at his handsome countenance a mere inch away. Although it was no longer my first time, my heart inexorably went into overdrive every single time.

“Before half a year has passed, Anna, your body belongs to me alone!” he proclaimed in a deep voice, leaning close to my ear.

Upon hearing that, my brows furrowed. I was just about to counter, but he had already captured my lips before I could even open my mouth.

exceedingly possessive. At that very moment, he appeared

I pushed at him in aversion. Alas, my resistance seemed to be making him all

kissing me, his lips traveling to my neck and further

How could he be so savage to rip my clothes? What on earth am I going to wear after

to shove him away. However, he didn’t give me the chance to do so, roaming his hands

wasn’t as anxious as before. This time, he was

every single reaction to his touch clearly. As I looked at him with glazed eyes,

to hide it from his gaze. After all,

shyness, the curve of Michael’s lips deepened, and mirth crept

doubt, most men relished the sight of a woman moaning under their ministrations since it would be immensely gratifying to their egos. In that, Michael

already squirming impatiently. When I saw that he

for so many days, yet he deliberately dragged out the foreplay. Never had he

restlessness, smugness

murmured, “Hmm? Are you

do it, Michael! You’re purposely tormenting

me, I shot daggers at him. My voice was tinged with a hint

then aroused by his touch. As such, it seemed as though I was

resisting me earlier, yet

voice was so tender that one would melt into a puddle. He wasn’t at all angered at my outburst, for

do it, Michael? If not, let go

you if you beg