Bound by Lust: Stolen Before Her Vows

Cecilia replied, "I-I'm fine. I fell asleep—"

Before she could finish, Bennett kissed her. She tried to refrain from letting any sounds escape her lips. As Henry's voice came through the phone, she felt an odd and unpleasant sensation radiating throughout her body.

"You should sleep for a bit more. I'll come and get you later."

Cecilia instinctively wanted to reply, but Bennett took the chance to deepen the kiss. As their breaths intertwined, she felt a sense of humiliation like never before. She hated herself for succumbing when he teased her and for reacting to his touch.

As though toying with her, Bennett stopped. Now that she had the chance, Cecilia acknowledged Henry's suggestion. She was about to say something else when Bennett kissed her again.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on the lower part of her body. Her eyes widened, and she struggled violently. Bennett's eyes reddened.

"Ceci?" On the other end of the receiver, Henry frowned. He intuitively felt that something was off. "Are you—"

Bennett freed one of his hands and ended the call.

Staring at him, who was on top of her, Cecilia seized the opportunity to bite his earlobe. That was his weak spot. As expected, he held his earlobe, trembling all over as he glared at her with his bloodshot eyes.

"Does he know you're also known as 'Layla'?" Bennett grasped her with such tremendous force, as though he wanted to crush her bones.

"Bennett, it's all over between us. It all ended three years ago!" Cecilia growled through clenched jaws. She was holding back her fear.

Her eyes were large and pretty. When she cried, they would tear up and look pitiful. Bennett could never resist when she gave him that pitiful yet defiant look.

He held her dainty face in his palm and wiped her tears off her face. "Layla, you're too naive." Anger tinged his profound eyes. "Do you think I'll let you off the hook after what happened back then?"

"Cecilia?" Henry's voice came from outside the door.

Cecilia shuddered.

Bennett turned to look at the door. Ruthlessness crept into his gaze.

Cecilia was flustered. She was afraid Henry would walk in. She also feared that Bennett would open the door on purpose. The lounge wasn't big enough; there was nowhere she could hide. If Henry saw her with Bennett in this state, that would be the end of her.

"What's wrong, Henry?" she asked, pretending to have just woken up. However, her gaze was fixated on the door handle.

Bennett calmly straightened up and sat beside her. Studying the panic on her face, he smiled playfully. "What is it? Are you scared that he'd catch you in the act?"

Cecilia glared at him. She was panicking.

A robotic female voice rang out, "Verification failed."

Cecilia instantly felt relieved.

Smiling, Bennett kissed her as he reached for the belt. Immediately, Cecilia felt a sudden chill as he put on what she deemed as a source of humiliation.

"Bennett Spencer!" Gritting her teeth, she shoved him.

She stared at her underwear, which he had taken off. There was a cold, tight feeling in her private parts. It felt partly familiar to her.

She was done for.

"Ceci?" Henry called out again.

Bennett strode over to the door and placed a hand on the handle. Shocked, Cecilia wasn't even able to make herself presentable as she ran over and stood before him and the door.

They were less than an inch apart. She could feel his warm breath on her cheeks, and it was becoming shallower by the second.

She frowned.

He looked down at her. In a deep, alluring voice, he asked, "Layla, it seems you enjoy it when it's thrilling, huh?"

He gently ran his fingers through her hair and played with a strand of hair. His gaze was dazed and burned with slight desire.

Instantly understanding what he meant, Cecilia pressed her hands against his chest. However, the heat he radiated surprised her.