This kiss carries an obvious, boldly flaunted punishment.
Even if his initial intention was merely to silence her, the moment his lips touched her soft ones, an electric tingle surged through his body.
Quiana Sutton could only feel Durrell Landon's breath invading every inch of her body, and she could even sense him losing control as his lips moved to her collarbone, beginning to undo her clothes.
"Stop——"
By this moment, she was completely sober, pushing him away forcefully, and even stumbled onto the ground due to the force.
Durrell Landon staggered from her push but didn't mind himself as he quickly helped her up, a faint, hard-to-detect sorrow flashing in his eyes: "You're being reckless."
She shook off Durrell's hand, not wanting to provoke him further, pinching her forehead with a headache and spoke in a calm tone:
"Durrell Landon, I don't want to wait any longer, let's get a divorce tomorrow."
