Chapter 67

My ears turned beet red, but I held my ground. "You only had one bowl. That's not enough to do anything." Felix chuckled, caught my wrists, and scooped me in one motion before he set me down on the desk. "Is that so? Then, let's find out." He shoved the paperwork aside and laid me out across the cool surface of the desk. The cold shocked my skin, making me shiver, but before I could react, his warm mouth was on mine. His kiss was clean, intense, and impossible to resist. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet him halfway. "Felix… you're so naughty." I didn't need a mirror to know what I looked like—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes glassy with tears. Even then, he didn't show a hint of mercy. He pressed me beneath him, mouth tracing down to my neck, where pink marks bloomed on my skin. "You're the worst," I muttered. "The last ones haven't even faded." He let out a soft laugh. Then, he said with his deep, low voice near my ear, "You don't like them?" I dropped my gaze, sulk