My Landlord's Midnight Lips - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

A cold shiver raced down my spine as everything changed in an instant.
I didn't fight back at first.
Biting my lower lip, I stole a glance at the full-length mirror beside us.
The woman staring back had flushed cheeks, glistening eyes, and a body that betrayed me - arching toward his touch without permission.
Vincent's lips trailed fire along my neck.
One hand slid lower while the other teased my throat. "Your body doesn't lie, sweetheart. You remember last night just as well as I do."
His touch grew more daring, the air between us crackling with forbidden electricity.
My hips moved of their own accord—
—desperate, hungry.
"No! I can't do this!"
His touch overwhelmed me. I twisted away from his seeking mouth, stumbling backward toward the bedroom.
With shaking hands, I tried to slam the door between us.
But his foot blocked it at the last second.
Legs trembling, I turned—just as he forced the door wide open.
Now wearing only boxer briefs, his predatory gaze trapped me in place.
When had he...?
I couldn't look there. My pulse pounded as I covered my burning face. "I'm married, Vincent. If you need... that... go find someone else."
The door clicked shut behind him.
A powerful embrace sent us tumbling onto the carpet.
No man had ever handled me like this—like he owned me.
A helpless whimper escaped my lips.
His hot breath seared my ear. "You want this too. Stop pretending. Our little secret."
"...It's my... fertile time."
The confession slipped out in a whisper so faint I barely heard it myself.
"Then I'll take care of everything."
My face flamed—he'd heard me after all.
I shook my head wildly.
No. God no! Daniel...!
I'm not this kind of woman.
With a burst of strength, I pushed him away.
He retreated a step, eyes burning with raw hunger—then came for me again.