My Notorious Gentleman's

#10

That's enough, buddy. Gasping for breath, Grace tried to push the man's chest, but once again forgot to protest, enjoying the muscular wall before her.

Fortunately, the man seemed to catch the message he was about to deliver and let go of it while laughing softly.

"Geez, you don't know what you want, do you, sweetie? You better decide soon, or I'll decide for you." The man looked up to give one more kiss.

"No. We can't!" Grace gasped in despair.

"We've already started."

"But I don't even know you!" whispered Grace, her chest up and down.

"Then? I like your eyes, "the man replied, giving a mischievous smile that could break the hearts of women.

"Sir! This is so inappropriate!"

"Indeed," said the man with a sincere mutter.

"You shouldn't..."

Grace was unable to speak with her mouth full as the man grabbed her lips, while her warm, shrewd tongue fondled Grace in a charming dance.

It felt like Grace was about to faint due to this irresistible temptation.

But as the man's fingertips began to run down his neck bone, realizing how adept the man was at fondling him. The man immediately released the CD that Grace was wearing. And make common sense Grace's back.

What the hell is he doing? This is totally insane!

The man still kissed her when Grace opened her eyes wide.

"On the floor or on the couch, Cherie?"

That question! Grace immediately froze and looked at the man in shock.

"You're right" whispered the man,

"Who cares? Come make love to me."

Grace trembled violently hearing that.

And when Grace thought about kicking the man's crotch, a powerful way according to the story she heard, but never tried.

The man suddenly lifted her up and sat her on the soft arm of the sofa.

"Well, it's better and more comfortable here" said the man, lifting the folds of Grace's dress to his knees and slipping between her legs.

Oh God! Grace started to panic. This situation is completely out of control.

Since it was now wedged in the arm of the sofa that it was impossible to kick the man, then the only weapon Grace had was a pearl hairpin tucked behind her bun.

While gulping, Grace grabbed the clasp of her hair, made her long hair stretch to the shoulder, then ventured.

Dam that's what he did.

Grace poked the man's arm with her hairpin.

"Ouch!" The famous hero suddenly let go and stepped back, holding his pierced arm.

"What is..." The man looked at Grace with astonishment.

Grace just froze, her eyes wide open, her heart racing.

He almost wished that the man was not a heartless man who was not much different from a murderer, but that man worked for the kingdom, so he had to obey the law like everyone else.

Right, guys?

"Why did you do that?" exclaim that man.

"I told you to stop."

"No, you didn't say that!"

"Well, then I say it in my mind!"

The former spy looked at Grace irritatedly.

"Well, I'm sorry I misread your thoughts, honey."

"I'm sorry, because I thought this was what you wanted. You're the one waiting for me here."

Grace was immediately open.

"I wasn't waiting for you!"

He gasped, his cheeks instantly blushing.

"Is that what you're thinking?"

"Aren't you waiting for me?" exclaim that man.

"Based on a cocky rude man! Of course not!" grace Jokes.

"I'm thinking about my own business! I need to get my hair straight!"

The man seemed to think, then grinned full of understanding.

"Oh, that's right," he murmured.

And Grace immediately lost control. One thing no one at Thistleton knew he could do.

"Oh, how could anyone possibly be so arrogant?" his grunts were as exaggerated as Lady Windlesham.

"What do you think I am, sir?"

"I'm not so sure" the man replied, watching Grace from top to bottom, but his eyes seemed to be dancing.

Grace realized that the man's eyes were shining in the moonlight, until they turned a bright gray and shone.

"Oh!" Unwilling to respond to the man's arrogant response, Grace leaps down from the armrests and is relieved that she can step away leaving the man undisturbed again.

Enraged, Grace stepped away from the man to a safe distance, then turned around while folding her hands in front of her chest. Raising her chin, Grace gave the man a reprimanding look like the Sunday school teachers used to show. It works for a nine-year-old.

"I'm not lying" Grace explained.

"I obviously didn't tell you to close the door and turn off the candle. You did it yourself. But I don't think it's surprising that men like you are used to grab any woman and kiss them wherever you like!"

The man scrunched his brows.

"Funny, I thought you enjoyed it just as much as I did."

Grace narrowed her eyes, staring intently.

"Please go. Now!"

The man looked towards the door.

"I don't think I can."

"What?"