I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

Chapter 199 She Has BecLuke Crawford's Woman

She could not resist the man's unrestrained yet passionate kiss.

On their faces, their scents intertwined into something familiar yet unfamiliar.

Perhaps it was because they had almost made out once earlier that morning, and now they had the chance

again, Luke felt as though he had morphed into a voracious beast.

His unrestrained urges ravaged her supple lips.

He could catch a hint of agony in her moans, though he did not reduce in intensity. He wanted to swallow her

whole and take the body that he had been hungering for.

The man was like a child who had tasted candy for the first time.

He had desired her body for a long time. That morning, he had the opportunity to taste its distinctive sweetness.

When given delicious candy, any child would have done the same. They would greedily undress it from the

wrapping, bring it into their mouths, and use their warmth and saliva to dissolve it. They might do so gently or

violently, but the sensation was theirs to own ... 2

Luke on Bianca was like a greedy child on delicious candy...

"Mmhh..."

Bianca's body went limp as Luke hugged her tightly in his arms. His oral cavity was warm and moist. She was

drowning in his savage kisses...

She was about to lose her mind. All sense of propriety and decency was gone. Only his tongue and hands guided

her consciousness...

The air in the small town was cool and fresh, but Bianca struggled to breathe in the thin air around her. All she

could smell was Luke's masculine yet dangerous

scent.

It was the smell of hormones, reflecting the state of his mind and body...

"Mmbh... mmh..." Bianca found the opportunity to catch a breath. After moaning twice, the man once again firmly

sucked the tip of her tongue.

The scene replayed itself again and again.

A breeze blew past them. The scent of dew-stained grass assaulted her nostrils. Instead of refreshing her, the

scent had intoxicated her...

The kisses becmore and more passionate. Even his hand that had gone under her clothes felt warmer and

drier...

"Shall we move to the car?" Luke asked alluringly.

Bianca beclucid when Luke spoke. She blinked and tried to push away the man's rigid body. "Aren't you...

going back tonight..."

Before the man could answer, she seemed to have guessed what he would say, and so she hurriedly continued,

"Your grandfather wouldn't want this..."

Luke also regained control of his sanity. However, his arms remained firmly around her waist.

Bianca was sure that she loved the man from the bottom of her heart. It had started as admiration from a

student toward her upperclassman, which later becan admiration toward someone of higher social status.

She was incredibly proud when she realized that said person was the upperclassman that she had admired.

Later, she found herself to be the woman of that man, and that she had given birth to a pair of twins for him.

She felt as though she was enveloped by all the happiness and bliss in the world, especially when the father of

the children remained interested in her.

It was no longer a one-sided, callow, and unrequited interest, but a mature, sensual, passionate, intimate love...

The desire to claim each other's body and soul was mutual.

Luke's gaze turned domineering and seductive. As long as she wanted it, no one would stand in their way.

"So what if my grandfather doesn't want this?"

As the man spoke with his low and resonant voice, Bianca was lifted off her feet!

Luke stepped past the weeds in the courtyard and toward the front door.

"What do you want to do? You can't..." Bianca was flustered when she looked at him. She wanted to break free of

his grasp.

"What else can | do with you?"

The man reached into her pocket and took out the key to the door.

The key to the front gate was bigger. The slightly smaller key was the key to the door of the house.

Luke remembered that he was a student the last the held an old-fashioned key like that. Back then, he lived

in a two-story building. It was the best house in town.

"Bianca, are you there?" Joe spoke in a neutral voice a s he held a flashlight.

He was afraid that the neighbors would be angry if he were too loud, but if he were too soft, Bianca might not

hear him.

The front gate to the house was closed but not locked.

He shone the flashlight around the courtyard and did not find anyone, though he saw many old and broken items

stacked everywhere. A city boy like him would not have ever seen sof those things, much less know their

functions.

He felt quite uncomfortable standing there. Not everyone enjoyed being in a primitive habitat.

"Doesn't look like Bianca is here. This place is dark and creepy," the female colleague said.

"Didn't you say that Bianca pointed to you where her old house was? Do you remember if the front gate was

locked?" Joe asked her as he shone the flashlight around.

"We glanced at the house from the street. It's too far to notice whether the gate was locked. | briefly

remembered the height of the house and the quality of the windows and doors so that | could determine the

condition of Bianca's old house," she said with her arms folded

The nighttweather in the small town was too cold!

She was shivering!

Joe led the female colleague away. "Perhaps the old house isn't locked in the first place. | don't think there's

anything in the courtyard worth stealing."

"Yeah," the female colleague agreed. "I guess Bianca must have chere only

to take a look. If this was her childhood hometown, she might have gone to stay

over at a relative's house."

The voices faded away in the distance.

Outside the gate, Joe shined his flashlight onto the boss's car. "Is the boss here to look for Bianca? Where is he

then? Is he here to speak to her on behalf of his cousin? You women... It's already a feat to marry one's boss's

relative, but it's another to have the boss help save your relationship."

The two colleagues left the scene.

Meanwhile, in the old house.

The lights were not turned on.

It was pitch-black inside.

The beds on the northern side were for sleeping, but the mattresses were damp

and caked with dust. Lying on them would be very uncomfortable.

The window on the southern side was covered by a plain curtain. Even though the

house was dark enough, Bianca nevertheless pulled the curtains out of fright

when she noticed her two colleagues entering the courtyard.

At the stime, Luke entered her from behind.

Their breathing instantly becheavier...

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