Chapter 203 Creamy (R18)
But for now, he decided, there was no rush. He'd take things one day at a time, enjoying the thrill of discovery as he went.
Meanwhile, Hazel's confrontation, though bold, was already fading into the background of his thoughts.
While Ross was lost in his pleasant musings, Hazel remained rooted in place, her mind racing.
She hadn't come all this way to leave without achieving her goal.
Her determination was a force to be reckoned with, and though her options were limited, she refused to give up without a fight. Read exclusive content at empire
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she weighed her choices, frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior.
Finally, practicality won out.
If Ross wouldn't yield to reason, then she'd have to find another way to get what she wanted.
Hazel was nothing if not stubborn, and the thought of backing down was simply not an option.
With a deep breath, she steeled herself, her resolve solidifying.
If she had to play Ross's game to win, then so be it.
Hazel was ready to push her limits to protect her sister, no matter what it took.
Since Ross was filthy rich also and judging by this big mansion alone, she could tell that he might even be probably richer than her, to bribe him with money would be foolish.
This was the reason why she did the only thing she could at the moment.
"Is it hot in here, Ross, or what?" Hazel glanced around, fanning herself as if bothered by the heat.
Without hesitation, she began removing her clothes, piece by piece.
Ross, naturally, didn't stop her; he simply leaned back and admired her, his gaze lingering as she stripped down to a pair of thin black underwear.
Hazel's figure was breathtaking— the kind women envied and men coveted.
Ross let out a low whistle of approval.
"It is hot in here. I have to agree," he said with a smirk.
Rising to his feet, Ross followed suit, peeling off his brown shorts and shirt in one swift motion.
In the blink of an eye, he stood there in nothing but his boxer shorts.
"Hahhh…" Hazel exhaled shakily, realizing she'd been holding her breath as her eyes fixated on the unmistakable outline beneath Ross's boxers.
The sheer size and girth of his dormant manhood made her tremble at the thought of how intimidating it would look when fully aroused.
Her plan was simple: she would seduce Ross, kiss him passionately, and then scream, drawing Althea's attention.
She wanted Althea to witness her boyfriend acting like a lecherous maniac, hitting on her older sister the first time they met.
If Ross went as far as forcing himself on her, that would only make the act more convincing—not just for Althea, but for all the other girls in the house.
Hazel was banking on Ross being exactly as the internet portrayed him: a reckless, insatiable flirt who would bed anything in a skirt.
If those rumors held any truth, her plan would succeed perfectly.
As Ross stepped closer, his movements exuded a predatory confidence, like a hunter toying with his prey.
Hazel couldn't help but smile inwardly; he was playing right into her hands.
She didn't have to wait long for him to act.
"Be careful what you wish for," Ross said as he closed the distance between them, his voice low and teasing.
"You might not get the chance to regret it, Hazel Quinn."
Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, claiming her without hesitation.
"Hmmmmppp…" Hazel let out a muffled gasp, stunned by the kiss and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
She'd been kissed before, but never like this.
Ross's lips were feral, almost aggressive, as he claimed more than just her mouth.
The intensity left her feeling violated—yet she couldn't deny the rush of arousal that shocked her to her core.
His scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of masculinity that heightened her senses even further.
Hazel's hands pressed against Ross's chest in a weak attempt to push him away, but it felt like trying to move a brick wall.
His body was unyielding, his muscles taut and powerful, making his domination all the more irresistible.
Despite herself, Hazel surrendered to the onslaught, her resolve crumbling as desire overtook reason.
In that moment, she forgot entirely why she'd started this in the first place.
"Hahhhh…"
"Hahhhh…"
"Hahhhhh…"
Hazel gasped for air as her lips were finally freed, her chest rising and falling with the effort to catch her breath.
"Stop… Ross… wait…" she managed to stammer, her voice trembling as she raised a hand to push him away.
She needed to slow things down, to regain some control over the situation.
But Ross, the unstoppable force he was, had no intention of giving her any reprieve.
Before Hazel could fully process what was happening, Ross moved with lightning speed.
"Whoosh!" With a firm shove, Hazel found herself falling back onto the large, plush sofa.
The sudden motion left her momentarily stunned, her mind scrambling to catch up.
She barely had time to react before Ross was on her again, his body towering over hers as he pressed her into the cushions.
His lips claimed hers once more, silencing any further protest.
This kiss was even more intense than the last—dominating, consuming, and utterly relentless.
Hazel's muffled whimpers were lost in the heated exchange as Ross deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and asserting complete control.
Her hands pressed against his chest in a weak attempt to push him back, but it was like trying to move a solid wall.
Ross's body was a masterpiece of strength, his hard muscles unyielding beneath her touch.
His left hand wasted no time, boldly cupping her breast over her bra, his fingers kneading and exploring with shameless confidence.
The rough yet deliberate way he handled her sent shockwaves through Hazel's body, her senses on fire from the unfamiliar intimacy.
Meanwhile, his other hand slipped lower, sliding beneath her to grab a handful of her flawless, creamy backside.
His touch was greedy, almost possessive, as if he was staking his claim.
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