Desires Die Hard

. Men Become Possessive Once They're Jealous

"Let's go back to my office. There are too many people around here." Evan touched her hair and looked at her with a sweet smile.

Anya nodded meekly.

They walked toward Evan's office, leaning on each other's arms.

As soon as the door was slammed behind them, Evan immediately took her in his arms by the waist and carried her to the side of the sofa, putting her down and leaning down to kiss her fiercely.

It was affectionate, full of lust.

The scent of the champagne was still lingering in Evan's mouth, which was so fragrant yet strong that Anya's lips unconsciously parted slightly for his passionate and violent kiss.

Anya started to feel turned on while Evan kept kissing her.

A faint blush spread from her beautiful face to her neck. She tried to push him away. "Evan, stop ... We are at the company."

"I know. I own it." Evan said gently and softly, rolling a wisp of the hair by her cheek around his fingers.

"We can't do it in the middle of the day. We are not animals!" Anya looked up at him with her blushing face, gasping.

Her white and slim fingers were grabbing his clean, dark grey shirt.

"There is a first time for everything. Why don't we give it a try?" Evan deliberately titillated her.

More importantly, he wanted to unleash the anger caused by Cohen.

He wouldn't mind if Cohen saw the hickey he was about to leave on Anya's neck.

"Don't be such a savage. What if someone comes looking for you?" Anya looked shyly at the man in front of her and blushed scarlet, making her delicately pretty face even more feminine than it already was.

"As I said, it's my place. No one will interrupt us," Evan said as he buried his face into her elegant and slender neck, sticking out his tongue and licking toward her collarbone.

Anya had sensitive earlobes as well as the area near her collarbones.

Evan was slowly and lovingly dropping kisses on her.

The faint alcohol smell in his breath kept coming to her every time he breathed on her neck.

It was hot and tickling.

Anya's voice was shaking uncontrollably. "Please ... Evan ... Stop..."Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

She was almost losing it.

Evan couldn't get enough of her. He paused and looked up at her whose eyes were full of possessiveness and affection and said to her in his soft and gentle voice, "Just a second."

At that moment, he planted a big kiss on her delicate white neck.

He kissed so hard that Anya realized what he was planning to do. She instantly hit him on his chest, bit her lip, and asked embarrassedly, "How am I supposed to go to work tomorrow with this?"

She almost forgot the dinner appointment with Cohen and the others that night. How was she going to face them?

"Evan, did you do that on purpose?"

Evan ignored her and kept kissing until there was a deep red hickey on her neck.

Then he let go of her with satisfaction, answering with the arrogance and childishness of a man, "Yes, that was on purpose.

"This is the mark showing that you belong to me, so no one dares to have their eyes on you."

Anya felt speechless and rolled her eyes at him.

It was true that men became possessive once they were jealous.