Ranita’s heart was fluttering, her whole body feeling like it was on fire and her heartbeat uncontrollably speeding up.
Ranita considered herself a rational person.
But the person in front of her was Brendon, and she couldn’t resist him at all. With just one look or gesture from him, he could pull her into the abyss.
Brendon kissed her.
When she wasn’t sober, the kiss was ambiguous and intense. But when she was clear-headed, the kiss became restrained and tolerant. She held onto his waist tightly as their lips and tongues intertwined in a battle of wills.
Finally, Ranita bit him hard.
“Hiss!” Brendon winced in pain but didn’t let go of her. He continued to kiss her while his metal belt fell to the ground with a clatter.
Ranita shuddered, breathing heavily as she stared at Brendon. Sweat adorned his forehead, and a trace of her lipstick marked his prominent nose, a comical yet dangerously enticing sight.
She reached out to wipe it off, shifting her legs uneasily. “I’m sorry, I had a bit too much to drink!”
Ranita found it difficult to face the current situation. Previously, she could brush off the fact that she had passionately kissed Brendon while under the influence of alcohol, but now, while sober, clinging to each other felt somewhat degrading.
“Ranita!” Brendon grasped her leg, his hand pressing against the small of her back, preventing her from leaving. “You want to run away now?”
Who wouldn’t be a fool not to run at this moment?!
Ranita’s head spun, meeting Brendon’s dangerously intense gaze. Trembling, she said, “I didn’t mean to, I was just tipsy.”
“Do you remember what you said? Do you recall what you did?” Brendon arched an eyebrow, his gravelly voice oddly alluring.
Brendon leaned back on the couch, his shirt collar unbuttoned, revealing his collarbone with faint lipstick marks, and what heated Ranita’s cheeks more were the two bite marks on his long, slender neck.
The bite marks were quite deep, possibly from applying considerable force.
Ranita blinked, and her previously hazy memory suddenly became somewhat clearer. She seemed to have done something she shouldn’t have…
“I… I don’t remember… is that okay?” As she spoke, Ranita was flipped onto the couch by Brendon, his long legs pinning hers, and the scent of his cologne unexpectedly brushed against her nose.
Ranita’s heart raced to her throat.
Her vision blurred.
“You don’t remember? It’s okay; I’ll tell you, word by word,” Brendon’s fingertip caressed her cheek, lifting her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
His eyes, as dark as night, flickered with flames.
And something else, something that made Ranita’s scalp tingle with danger.
“Brendon… don’t come any closer, be careful, I might retaliate!” Ranita raised her hand, only to be held down. She tried the other hand, but it met the same fate.
Even shifting her legs proved to be futile.
Ranita realized she was like a fish at Brendon’s mercy, ready to be filleted.
“Brendon, I had too much to drink, I really don’t remember,” Ranita adamantly denied, because admitting it would only complicate her relationship with Brendon.
Ranita felt confused and regretted mistaking cocktails for water. Of course, she was most unlucky to have encountered Brendon while inebriated.
She took a deep breath, about to speak, only to find her fingers lightly massaged by him.
Though gentle, it felt as if a boulder had been tossed into the calm waters of her heart, creating turbulent ripples.
Should she give herself a chance?