Chapter 525: Good Girl, You’ll Like It

Looking at the girl in the snow rabbit fur-collared coat he had personally selected, Adrian Law’s eyes grew increasingly dangerous, instantly pressing Cecilia Vaughn against the transparent glass...

How could he ever admit in front of Cecilia that when he picked out this outfit, it wasn’t just to see how she looked in it, but also to revel in the beauty of shredding fabric?

...

Although Cecilia Vaughn wasn’t clear about Adrian Law’s intentions, she could mostly guess from the man’s wolf-like dangerous gaze.

She hurriedly wrapped her arms defensively around herself.

"I won’t allow you to mess around here! Ah—"

"Cecilia, be careful of your footing."

Almost at the moment Cecilia Vaughn tried to threaten him, she subconsciously ignored that she was suspended on the railing, her balance already unstable, and in her hurry, she almost tumbled forward.

Fortunately, Adrian Law caught her in time.

The man’s strong and powerful arms, filled with a possessiveness, rested on Cecilia Vaughn’s slender waist, even dangerously moving upward.

Cecilia Vaughn was so angry she almost stomped again, but realizing her precarious situation, she finally gave in.

"Oh, Adrian, Mr. Law, The Eldest Young Master Law, President Law, Master Law, can we go back downstairs? I really can’t handle it here..."

The girl’s apricot eyes flew diagonally, filled with captivating brilliance.

As if to confirm her words, outside the glass room, fireworks suddenly burst with a violent roar.

Cecilia Vaughn’s heart almost leaped to her throat, because with Adrian Law’s mind full of colorful thoughts, she couldn’t even appreciate the beauty of the fireworks.

"Cecilia, don’t you find this especially intriguing?"

The man chuckled lowly, gently blowing a breath against the girl’s ear, stirring a layer of fine hair.

Cecilia Vaughn’s mouth twitched, intriguing? She didn’t want to be scared sick!

"No! I don’t want to!"

"Cecilia, be good, listen to your husband, you’ll like it..."

You might even beg me.

...

The man’s voice, slightly hoarse, laughed, his gaze meaningfully sweeping over the girl’s clear brows and eyes, suddenly wanting to see Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes ignite with an irresistible fire of desire for him.

He loved Cecilia Vaughn in that state.

No matter how much she refused to admit it, the girl’s soft, tender body was always the most honest.

Taking advantage of Cecilia Vaughn’s terror-stricken lack of counterattack ability, the man suddenly stretched out his long arm, pulling the girl into his embrace.

Even though the glass was one-way, fearing the girl’s psychological barrier, Adrian Law didn’t push too far, only taking advantage of the coat’s cover, his hand sliding to the girl’s navel, then moving upward, seizing all the beauty the girl had to offer.

The clasp of the small top had been undone, but not completely removed, yet Adrian Law now directly pulled it off.

With a teasing intent, he tossed it at their feet.

The blush pattern, against the backdrop of fireworks outside the window, scattered the room with brilliance.

Faint floral scents drifted in, who knew what flowers Adrian Law had grown in this winter greenhouse, but Cecilia Vaughn felt the fragrance had an intoxicating effect, she almost lost herself in this floral room.

...

Until she saw the small top Adrian Law had thrown down.

He actually...

"You..."

Cecilia Vaughn, both embarrassed and angry, widened her eyes, about to utter some inappropriate words, when the man chuckled lowly, leaning down to capture the girl’s lips.

"Shh, don’t kill the mood..."

Adrian Law’s lips were nothing like his slow hand movements, nor like his gentle coaxing words; instead, they were incredibly passionate, even somewhat fierce.

The man’s tongue invaded, as if parched for countless days, not allowing any resistance as it ravaged the girl’s mouth, every suction making a provocative smacking sound.

Cecilia Vaughn wanted to bite him, but Adrian Law wouldn’t give her the chance, meticulously kissing her without leaving any corner, Cecilia only felt her lips swell.

Just as Adrian Law reluctantly shifted position, Cecilia barely had a chance to catch her breath before she felt the man’s large palm, dangerously sliding to her tailbone.

Before long, his straight, long legs smoothly slipped between Cecilia Vaughn’s knees.

"..."

Cecilia Vaughn didn’t know whether to feel annoyed or embarrassed, she was actually afraid of this unsteady feeling, half-suspended in mid-air, moreover this was a glass house, though the moon was deep, the outside was brightly lit by the continuous fireworks.

One could even faintly hear the joyful laughter of strangers.

She always felt as if countless eyes were watching her, and just when Cecilia Vaughn felt inexplicably frightened, the man directly lifted her down.

"Yeah..."

Cecilia Vaughn exclaimed, once again losing all words at her lips.

"Cecilia, you will like it, feel me carefully..."

The man’s eyes carried a determined smile, and whenever Adrian Law called her name, Cecilia felt like she wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.

Too embarrassing.

Her legs felt like they’d been suspended too long, slightly weak, almost making it impossible for her to stand straight.

The fireworks painted the sky, casting a glow on the girl’s alluring brows and eyes, and the man seemed as if he could no longer endure, his throat moved, directly tearing off Cecilia Vaughn’s snow rabbit fur coat that shielded her body.

The man cupped Cecilia Vaughn’s face, his usually cold eyes incredibly tender now, yet also incredibly dangerous.

"Cecilia, I want you."

The man sealed off her speech, lifting the girl up forcefully, his hand under her thighs.

Cecilia Vaughn had no choice but to use her legs to tightly cling to the man’s waist.

"Put me down."

"No."

The man, almost childishly, looked up at Cecilia Vaughn, holding her down, pressing Cecilia’s back against the glass wall.

Though the temperature inside the glass room was high, Cecilia Vaughn still felt a slight chill creeping along the texture of her back, her consciousness awakening once more.

No...this can’t be...

It always feels like doing something wrong in broad daylight...

Even though no one could actually see through the glass.

...

No matter how much Cecilia Vaughn didn’t want to admit it, her body gradually slipped out of her control.

Adrian Law held the girl frontally in his embrace, their bodies tightly pressed together, almost without a single gap.

"No, don’t kiss there..."

Feeling the man continuously kissing below her neck, Cecilia Vaughn’s knees almost turned to jelly.

She looked up and saw her own embarrassed face in the man’s eyes.

Cecilia Vaughn was stunned.

Was that... really her?

...

The man wickedly kissed the tip of the girl’s ear, a deliberate smile on his lips.

"Cecilia, do you still want me to stop now?"

The large palm cradled the girl’s hips, yet hesitated to make another move...