The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 671 - 712: Burning Heart Like Fire, They Did It on Purpose

Chapter 671: Chapter 712: Burning Heart Like Fire, They Did It on Purpose

"It seems to be getting bigger..."

"Stop it!"

She slapped away his wandering hand with restraint. Adrian Desmond’s teasing ruined her mood for stargazing.

This man had no romantic bone in his body; his mind was full of dirty thoughts. Whenever they were alone, it only took a few words for him to make a move on her.

"Darling, I miss you."

"No!" she said softly.

Looking down, she inadvertently caught sight of the silver anklet on her foot. Sienna Johnson’s mood worsened; she hadn’t forgotten the danger posed by Night Owl.

When could this damned anklet be removed?

Sienna Johnson suddenly became very irritated. Pushing Adrian Desmond away, she stepped inside. Adrian Desmond followed her in quickly.

On the king-sized bed, Adrian Desmond looked at Sienna Johnson as if he could devour her.

Adrian Desmond’s hand reached inside her skirt, and he kissed her earlobe. It was a signal for intimacy. Usually, Sienna Johnson would give in, but she was wearing a listening device around her ankle. Who knew if anyone was listening to them? She couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t make a sound later.

"Don’t..." Sienna Johnson pointed to the anklet on her ankle, gesturing for him to stop. However, Adrian Desmond merely glanced coldly at it, not paying it any attention.

"Don’t you want to? In a few days, your belly will be even bigger, and we won’t be able to do it anymore... Your lower half wants me, doesn’t it?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"No..." Sienna Johnson’s face flushed crimson. This feeling was really... as if someone was watching them make love.

"Liar, you’re already flooding down there..."

Adrian Desmond let Sienna Johnson straddle him, her entire body pressing down on his. Her soft, warm skin was against his, and they both silently enjoyed the moment.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she met it eagerly. Their tongues entwined, not separating for a long time.

In that moment, a scene flashed through Sienna Johnson’s mind: a Zhang Yimou film, ’A Terra-Cotta Warrior,’ where Gong Li, playing a palace maid in the Qin Dynasty, has a scene of tragic parting with Meng Tianfang. It was the most heart-stirring kiss Sienna Johnson had ever seen.

Gong Li had selflessly given Meng Tianfang the elixir of resurrection, praying to the Qin emperor for a final kiss before his execution. With the soundtrack of Ye Qianwen’s "Burning Heart like Fire," their love, too, burned like fire.

After their long, passionate kiss, they were both aroused, their breathing rapid. At this moment, Adrian Desmond lifted his head and looked at her, and she at him. He asked softly, "Want to be on top today?"

"No, I’m tired."

"Didn’t the doctor tell you to exercise more? You haven’t finished your exercise for today."

"Just bully me," she pouted, her words laced with affection.

They gazed at each other, understanding unspoken. Sienna Johnson laughed at his scheming, playfully slapping his chest. SMACK. In this atmosphere, it was more than enough to be suggestive.

"Just be bad."

"I’m only bad to you."

Adrian Desmond looked at her meaningfully, admiring her as if she were a piece of art. He was like a cheetah that had caught its prey but chose to admire it first before savoring it slowly.

"Come on, I’m waiting for you to devour me..." he spread his arms on the bed, a provocative expression on his face, amusing Sienna Johnson.

"Shameless!"

"Shall we get to the point?" Adrian Desmond’s eyes went from approval to gentleness, gradually encouraging her.

Knowing Adrian Desmond well, Sienna Johnson couldn’t help but wonder why he was acting so out of character today.

This man was a man of action, usually pushing her down and pouncing on her without a word. Sienna Johnson always complained about how crude he was, but today he was unusually talkative.

He was doing it on purpose, speaking deliberately for someone else to hear—Night Owl.

Aren’t you being childish? Sienna Johnson scolded inwardly.

"So what if I am?"

Adrian Desmond mouthed the words to Sienna Johnson: Mrs. Desmond, please cooperate!

Sienna Johnson slapped him again. SMACK. Adrian Desmond replied cheekily, "Darling, you hitting me feels so good..."

Sienna Johnson’s face turned red. She covered her face, too embarrassed to look at him.

She hummed, "You rascal, you jerk."

Usually, this dignified woman wouldn’t say such things, but Adrian Desmond knew she was playing along with him.

"So, do you like or dislike this rascal and jerk?"

"I don’t like you!"

"Oh really? As my woman, you dare to be fickle? Let me punish you properly."

"Please don’t..."

"You’re really lazy; you can’t last long at all. Your stamina isn’t good; you need more exercise."

"You’re the one who’s always saying that, but you never move!"

「Death Island.」

Compared to the lively Unnamed Island, this place truly lived up to its name. The nighttime Death Island seemed devoid of life, completely silent.

Night Owl listened to the sounds of a man and woman lovemaking, frowning deeply. A cigar was in his mouth, but he didn’t light it. He held his cell phone, staring intently at the pictures displayed on the screen.

It was because of Adrian Desmond that Night Owl developed an interest in this woman. She had so captivated Adrian Desmond that he, a man who always kept his word, had broken his commitments to marry her—and only her.

Initially, Night Owl thought very little of her. She was just a pretty woman; he had seen and slept with many beautiful women before.

After investigating her and learning more, Night Owl had to admit that this woman attracted him.

Sienna Johnson was an interesting woman!

The daughter of the Johnson family, switched at birth and raised in an orphanage. Thirteen years later, she returned to the Johnson family—enduring, stubborn, strong, and outstanding...

The more he learned about her, the more engrossed Night Owl became.

At first, it was only her uniqueness that piqued his curiosity; he wanted her to spite Adrian Desmond. However, as he learned more about her, he found himself slowly and helplessly falling in love with her.

Love?

What a laughable word. That he, Night Owl, would fall in love with someone.

"Hurry up, hurry up... Darling, be faster, faster..."

Night Owl’s thoughts were interrupted by an urgent female voice. Her voice was lovely; just hearing it, one could imagine her bewitching appearance at that moment.