My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 136 - 138: Her tears can make him lose control instantly

Chapter 136: Chapter 138: Her tears can make him lose control instantly

Her tears could make him lose control in an instant.

Thinking back to the night he had "bullied" her; he felt like a beast.

As he stared at her soft, pink lips, his eyes darkened. His warm fingertips slowly moved up and gently pressed on her soft lips.

"Ashton Heath..." Joanna Lawrence met his gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and she started to panic.

The man’s gaze was too heavy, too dark, and his desire was all too evident.

She was a little scared...

With her eyes flickering nervously, she placed her delicate white hand on his chest and gave him a gentle push, trying to pull away from him.

As her palm touched his burning-hot skin, she hesitated. Looking down, she realized he was only wearing a towel around his waist and had no clothes on his upper body. She widened her eyes, and her face flushed with embarrassment.

Her panic grew.

Alone in a room with a man, and she was being held by a man wearing nothing but a towel.

The atmosphere was too ambiguous and too dangerous.

Especially when the man looked at her with his deep, dark eyes - she felt as if she was being targeted by a wild beast.

Her heart raced and her eyes flickered wildly, "You, let me go. Mmm..."

Before she could finish, Ashton Heath bent down and kissed her deeply.

As always, the young girl’s lips were sweet. After tasting her breath, he didn’t want to let her go.

It was as if his lips and tongue were on fire, leaving hotter and hotter marks on her soft, sweet lips.

That wildfire-like kiss soon grew tired of only ravaging her lips and began to move downward, leaving more marks on her body that belonged to him.

His hot hand also slowly moved up along her slender waistline.

"Baby." The man buried his head in her neck, his voice barely intelligible, murmuring affectionately, "Baby..."

Joanna was utterly unable to withstand the man’s intense kisses and leaned against his chest.

"Ah, Ashton, Ashton Heath, don’t..."

Her face turned beet-red, and her tearful, dazed eyes looked as if she was about to cry.

Hearing her crying voice, the man lifted his head. His desire-filled, dark and dazing eyes fell on her delicate face. Seeing her pitiful look as if bullied to the edge of tears, he did not stop but instead cupped her small face and kissed her deeply again.

"Ooh..."

Joanna felt as if she was about to suffocate.

She couldn’t breathe or catch her breath.

Between her lips and teeth, and even in her nostrils, all she could sense was the man’s dominant presence.

It was as if he wanted to swallow her whole, his kisses fierce and intense, his hands firmly supporting her head as he pressed her forcefully toward him.

Every last bit of oxygen was sucked out from her chest.

Her brain was starting to lack oxygen.

Tears welled up in Joanna’s eyes as she struggled to breathe. Her face turned red, her brows furrowed tightly, and her delicate hands hit against his chest.

Her strength was nothing to Ashton Heath, like a tickle.

He easily held her hand that was pounding on his chest and raised it to his lips, gently kissing the back of her hand.

"Ashton Heath, let me go..."

Joanna finally took a breath, her tearful eyes looking at him. When she spoke, her soft voice carried a quiver and panting breath, "You said you wouldn’t touch me now..."