Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 882: Even Now, I Can Still Keep You in This Room for Days

She really doesn’t see him as a man anymore, and when she sleeps, her legs kick haphazardly under the sheets. Maybe she felt a bit hot and stretched them out, letting them rest outside the quilt.

She’s wearing his shirt, both thin and short, perfectly showcasing her delicate curves.

Summer Sutton seems completely unaware of the danger of her sleeping posture, lying on the bed for less than two minutes before almost falling asleep. Suddenly, one end of the bed sank, as if something had pressed onto her body.

Summer furrowed her delicate brows and opened her eyes.

Watt Bennet was pressing down on her, holding her firmly. His slender hands gripped her pointed chin tightly, pressing her hard against him, "Don’t challenge a man’s limits of patience!"

Fiercely, he warned by her ear, "Doing this thing isn’t just about your legs. You provoke me, do you believe that I could make sure you don’t leave this place for a few days?"

His words were harsh, and his gaze was as cold as a sharp wind, each syllable striking Summer’s ears like ice cracking, freezing her to the bone.

The tone of his voice was all too familiar to Summer, it was exactly the same as Adrian Walyon’s once was!

Summer slowly turned her body and locked eyes with him, gazing at him quietly for a moment. She wasn’t the least bit intimidated by his words; instead, she gently hooked his neck, slowly uttering, "Who can’t talk big? Scare someone when you actually pull it off someday!"

With contempt, she even pulled her lips into a slight smile.

Provocation!

Her words were absolutely one hundred percent provocation.

The veins on the man’s forehead throbbed intensely, his glare as fierce as if he wanted to kill someone.

His leg was originally injured, but right now, he was pressing her tightly; Summer Sutton even thought, if there were some distance between them, would he ignore his leg injury to come over and strangle her?

Just thinking about the scene, Summer shivered.

Watt’s hand tightly clutched her sheets, his white fingers making a creaking sound, his body slowly leaned down, kissing her lips. He suddenly tore open her sheets, "Then let’s try!"

His kiss was fierce and brutal, treating Summer Sutton like a nemesis, biting her lips, gnawing harshly, grinding, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Sutton felt dizzy from his kiss, her scalp tingled, and her lips burned.

Thinking of Adrian Walyon’s previous prowess, her body trembled, her back suddenly started to feel cold.

Summer Sutton had been provoking him for several days, constantly trying to throw herself at him. Yet, when success seemed near, Summer Sutton was a little afraid.

She really feared being trapped with Adrian Walyon in this room for several days.

Although she was quite looking forward to something happening between them, if he decided to really go at it for a few days, could Summer Sutton’s physique handle it?

Just the thought made Summer’s scalp tingle.

She was truly afraid, and before Watt could make another move, she crossed her arms in front of her, stopping him, "Watt, stop! Stop!"

The sheets were pulled back over her body, and Summer Sutton’s body shrank into the covers, leaving only her eyes exposed to watch him. Observing his response for a while, she spoke cautiously, "I was wrong, I shouldn’t have provoked you! I definitely shouldn’t have doubted your ability! Just pretend I never said anything, okay?"