Domineering Love

Chapter 20 She's an Addictive Drug

His simple gesture is actually very sexy, and at the same time a little evil. There must be a lot of

teenage girls who would fall for him.

But Elizabeth only felt more and more dangerous, and then drew back defensively.

Robert Williams gently threatened her, "Come here, or you will drink this wine in a different way when I

get there myself."

Elizabeth frowned, wondering what he meant by this.

Seeing that she refused to come forward, he got up and approached her with his long legs.

Elizabeth dodged, but he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the sofa.

He bent his knees over her legs and reached straight for the bottle.

"Robert Williams, what are you doing..."

He glanced playfully at the mouth of the bottle, and his other hand snatched up one of her thighs, “I told

you to get over here and drink this, or you'll have to drink it somewhere else.”

Elizabeth took the hint – she finally understood and blushed from cheek to toe.

“You pervert! Robert Williams, let go of me!”

She struggled with her legs, but he was so strong that he refused to let go of her thigh.

Elizabeth, blushing with vexation, and obstinate in her entreaty, only growled at him, “You pervert! Let

go of me! If you dare to... I'll kill you!”

Robert Williams meant it as a joke, but seeing her so frightened, it was as if she meant it.

He grew more and more enthusiastic. His fingers stroked the greasy skin of her thighs and said in an

ambiguous tone, “If your top mouth won't drink, use another obedient one…”

"Kill me? I'd rather be crushed to death."

He could not control the force of his hand, and Elizabeth's skin ached as he pinched her, and her eyes

grew moist with shame and anger. "Why should you save me, you're so... much more than those

rascals! ” said she in despair.

Elizabeth thought she could resist it, but perhaps the wine had made her overcome with emotion, and

she was caught off guard by tears.

She felt discomfited and turned away.

Robert Williams, however, let go of the bottle, put it aside, and wiped the tears from her face.

Elizabeth felt electric and instinctively tried to hide.

His palm was on her back, holding her in his arms, and his large hand clumsily wiped the tears on her

face.

Elizabeth breathed more quietly, as if she were aware that Robert Williams was only teasing her, and

did not mean to...

He pinched her chin, watched her eyes and eyebrows, and laughed at her, “Why are you so unfunny?

Being the daughter of a gangster clan, how can you be so timid, huh?”

Elizabeth remained silent for a moment.

She thought Robert Williams would let her go, but when she had recovered, he lifted the poured glass

to her lips.

"Drink it."

Elizabeth, already very uncomfortable, naturally refused.

Besides, this was Robert Williams's house, and she could not believe that he would spare her if she

passed out.

There was a half-minute stand-off. He smiled, took a swig of the wine himself, then pushed her into the

sofa, and bent over to kiss her.

Her lips were soft and there was a faint taste of greasy sweetness in her mouth. The liquor from his

mouth slipped into hers and she choked a little, coughed a couple of times, and she was soon

passionately kissed by him.

He gave her all the wine through his mouth and smiled more and more proudly. “Does it taste good?

Are you going to drink in those places more often?”

Before she could shake her head, he kissed her again.

“Why can't you be good? If I don't show up tonight, you would be killed by those people and no one will

know it.”

From his tone, Elizabeth knew that he was trying to teach her a lesson.

It was bearable at first, but as the kiss went...

She listened to the sizzling sound between their lips and soon realized how dangerous the kiss could

be.

She began to beat him desperately, banging her knee hard into the middle of his stomach. But it was of

no use. His huge body was like a mountain pressing down on her, making her unable to move.

Robert Williams thought everything was all right at first, but it was as if her lips were tainted with an

addictive poison, laced with honey, that he could not part with her.

When his hot palm reached into her inner thigh, Elizabeth bit his lip hard.

She blushed and said in a slightly aggrieved tone, “Didn't you say it's not fun to force things? You said

you wouldn't force me. Can you keep your word?” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Robert Williams' hand rested on her soft, warm skin.

He was breathing fast and his eyes were full of lust.

He could not remember what he had said.

A woman with such a delicate taste, there was no chance she could escape him now.

It didn't matter if it was forced or voluntary.

His dark pupils gouged out Elizabeth as if he were going to tear her apart the next moment.