My Notorious Gentleman's

#9

This is what happened in London. Grace was worried she was being shaken.

Fortunately, he was not the type to faint easily. Who knows what this spy-piracy killer can do to a woman who has lost consciousness?

In reality, Grace wasn't quite sure what was really going on right now. One moment, he was busy taking care of his own business, checking his teeth in the mirror, tidying up his hair before George asked him to dance.

And in the next moment this man suddenly infiltrated into his private quarters, sneaked into this room clandestinely, and seduced her in an outspoken manner.

So silent as a wolf ready to attack its prey.

At least now Grace knows that her assessment of the man in the dance hall was correct.

There's something clearly wrong with this guy. The ego is unusually large, only at first, coupled with rotten morals. A gentleman would not carelessly choose a woman and kiss her just like that.

On the other hand, even though it was almost a pingsam, Grace had to admit that this man was very proficient at this.

The man's touch was a little more demanding than it should have been, as he stroked Grace's body and held her back. The man seemed to be trying to scare Grace with his ferocity.

So obviously the man didn't know Grace very well. It is an important point for his pride that he is not easily afraid of someone (in addition to the general fear of Lady Windlesham).

In fact, after recovering from her shock, Grace became more curious about the kiss the man gave her than anything else.

Bad behavior, Grace thought. But this is his first kiss.

Maybe he should just enjoy it...

***

Trevor likes the taste of the woman. And that pissed him off, considering his goal of being rude was actually to teach this naughty woman a lesson.

Trevor hugged the woman tighter, took her kisses away from him, opened his lips with kisses he had launched, as he stroked her neck.

Wiggling in shock the woman, combined with the sweet taste of her tongue, ignited the flames of passion in Trevor's blood that had long since turned extremely cold.

Groaning, Trevor gripped her waist tighter, stroking her everywhere, cupping her fine jaw with his other hand.

Trevor's heart skipped a beat, he himself was shocked and slightly shaken by his reaction to the woman, given that he was usually a gentleman who always behaved perfectly.

And more surprisingly, Trevor, at this point, giving up on desire feels good after a long time never feeling it again.

It's time to stop her celibate life, Trevor breaks up.

Tidal usually behaves spontaneously like this, but in retrospect, mid-June is usually not autumn.

The whole world is weird, including her. Nothing else makes sense, so why should he stick to his normal rules?

Hungry, Trevor cupped the breasts of the foreign woman, who was soft, dense, and round. Yeah, maybe what he needs tonight is warm contact with other humans.

Whoever this woman is, Trevor will accept what she has to offer. Then, as soon as his mind returned clear, he could start his life over again.

It starts with letting go of his anger, though anger doesn't seem to be the only thing left in him.

***

Grace really didn't know what had gotten into her. His body was blatantly rejecting what his brain was telling him. This guy feels so good.

Push that guy! That's enough! His innocent side screamed. After all, who does this guy think he is? This man had no right to care for her, kiss her, and treat her like a toy just for the man's sheer pleasure. Not to him, or anyone else.

Princess Pastor. Sunday school teacher!

But his body, which had been starving for a long time, seemed to have another idea of who he was, was secretly deeply embedded.

Perhaps in the dark corner of his heart, he was not much different from the former comfort woman he had guided, Marianne.

Well, Grace might be said to be a lady of honor, but in the arms of this man, she knew for sure that there was little doubt in the past that she was not really an angel, as George and many others believed.

And strangely, Grace was pleased with the reminder this stranger had shown her that she had her own wild side.

His body trembled from the man's caress. His skin was blushing, awakened by the man's touch; his lips were swollen like a rose that had been scratched by the man's skillful fondling; and his toes were curled by themselves.

But while his entire breath was struggling with this forbidden art, his common sense re-emerged.

This has to stop. Must.

She was not a seductive woman like most of the women in the dance hall. She was an honorable woman, who had a good influence on others, and she was not at all allowed to kiss with the heady, high-bodied spies in this dark room