Secretary’s Secret Lover

Chapter 53 Be Good and Don't Mess With Me
What did Lance mean?
 Yvette couldn't believe it. How could he not have had sex with Yazmin?
 Then why did he go abroad so many times?
 Yvette had been with Lance for two years. She knew how horny he could be. He wasn't the Platonic type of person.
 However, he had no reason to lie. After all, even when he wanted to divorce her, he just told her plainly...
 Lance liked Yvette when she was obedient. He put her down with some extra force on his hands and held her tightly, saying clearly, "Be good. Don't mess with me."
 Yvette did not interpret too much about the meaning of his words. She stared at him without blinking. "You have never had sex with Yazmin?"
 Lance put a strand of her hair in his hand and fiddled with it. He said lazily, "No."
 "Really?" Yvette couldn't help but ask again.
 Lance's eyes darkened. He then pinched her mouth and said, "What are you suspicious of?"
 "But..."
 Before she could finish speaking, he pressed down on her again. "Kiss."
 After saying that, he kissed her again. His lips landed on her earlobe, sucking gently and slowly...
 It was complete torture.
 Yvette subconsciously shrank. She had been in a daze for the entire day.
 Now, she simply couldn't stay clear-minded. She was completely vulnerable when she faced him, who was so gentle.
 She wanted to dodge. However, he saw her through. He pinched her waist and bit her tenderly.
 "Ah..."
 Yvette was caught off guard by the bite, and she couldn't help but groan in a low voice.
 "Want it?"
 Without waiting for her reply, he used his slender fingers to clamp her jaw and kissed her with his thin lips again.
 She was without a chance to think. His lips and tongue had already taken order.
 The VIP wards were all very far apart, and the comparison between the original silence and the sounds they made was particularly obvious at this time. Their sounds entangled with each other could be heard clearly.
 Yvette blushed, and even her ears were red. Her heart beat violently. She was afraid that Frankie outside the door would hear them.
 Yet right now, her brain was a mess, and she had no time or room to think.
 Lance knew his way around her. Each of his movements was precise and appropriate.
 She had never done this with anyone else, so, she had no references. She figured that he should be one of the masters among men when it came to things like this.
 After all, his face was so handsome. He could make women crazy for him without having to do anything...
 Soon, she could no longer think.
 Though he was injured, he could still take overall control easily.
 His lips pressed against hers, and the hand that landed on her waist lifted the corner of her hems...
 Yvette even felt a slight electrical current. Her body stiffened. She suddenly had a hallucination, seeing countless fireworks exploding in front of her eyes.
 Lance let go of her lips, leaned close to her ear, and said hoarsely, "Moan, if that's what you want to do. Others can't hear you from the outside."
 The lamp at the head of the bed was still on.
 Yvette widened her eyes in shock, knowing what he was doing clearly.
 Her heart kept beating wildly as if it was going to penetrate her body.
 Yvette no longer tried to push Lance away. Instead, she grasped his body tightly. "No. Not here..."
 They were in the hospital. They were in the ward, which was such a holy place...
 However, he was doing something so unspeakable to her...
 She resisted hard, but it was of no use. Lance coaxed her, "I'll make you happy..."
 Yvette's face was flushed red, and her eyes were flickering with lust.
 They had been married for two years, but this had never happened.
 When she was in a daze, Yvette thought that it was probably because he was her only man that she found his touch so irresistible.
 ...
 Silence was gradually restored.
 Yvette basically escaped from the bed.
 She did not dare to look back and ran into the bathroom.
 With a bang, the door was closed.
 Lance's eyes darkened. He reached out and pulled out a wet towel, slowly wiping the water on his hands.
 She had been taken care of, yet he was still suffering...
 After Yvette came out of the bathroom, she found it too embarrassing to climb onto his bed again.
 "Come here," seeing her dilly-dallying, Lance ordered. His eyes darkened.
 "I ... I'm not sleepy yet. You can go ahead and sleep," Yvette stammered.
 "You want to abandon me after you use me?"
 His words were a bit straightforward, completely contrary to how abstinent he looked.
 Yvette had just splashed her face with cold water. Right now, it was flushed red again. She was in a dilemma. Shall she stand in situ or leave? Neither seemed a good choice.
 Lance was not in a hurry. He leaned against the bed and looked at her leisurely. "Do you think I can still do anything to you given my condition?"
 Yvette blushed and stopped being hesitant.
 They were married. Sleeping in the same bed wasn't against the law.
 Besides, Lance was injured, and she was pregnant. Sitting on the stool for the night was, of course, impossible.
 After she got on the bed, Lance held her tightly in his arms and asked, "Did you feel good?"
 His lips were pressed against her ear, so he made his voice deeper and said slowly. As a consequence, he sounded utterly titillating.
 Yvette got shy easily, and she blushed at once.
 She clutched at the corners of the quilt, feeling ashamed. "Lance, stop it."
 Lance chuckled. "I've done so much for you. Don't you think I deserve some rewards? What should you call me?"
 Yvette knew what he was asking, but she found it hard to say it out loud now. What were they now?
 "I'm sleepy." She pretended to look drowsy.
 The hands on her waist froze for a second, and he was no longer that eager.
 Yvette knew that he was angry without turning around and looking at him, but she stayed still.
 She was a bit afraid...
 She would be less determined every time Lance treated her a little better.
 Some people prayed no more once they got on shore. Right now, Yvette seemed to have fitted the description.
 She was worried that she might give in completely one day...
 She didn't want to go through it again, from hope to despair.
 Maybe it was a day full of things.
 After becoming relaxed, Yvette was worn out and fell asleep after a short while.
 Lance was a little unhappy at first, but the woman who made him angry fell asleep so fast.
 He couldn't flare up. He could only accept it.
 The sleeping Yvette was much more obedient than when she was awake.
 Perhaps she was having a dream. Her hands clung to his waist tightly, her lips slightly parted, and on her fair collarbone, there were also the marks left by him when he was biting her.
 Each part of her body was seductive.
 Lance's jaw tightened. He suddenly felt a little agitated. He was inviting trouble.
 He hugged her in his arms and gently bit her earlobe. She moved slightly.
 Yet she was still sleeping.
 He was patient. He bit her earlobe once, twice, and three times...
 Yvette was finally awakened by him. She opened her eyes. There was confusion in her moist eyes. It looked like she was still in a dream.
 Lance stopped biting her earlobe. Instead, he started to suck it. His voice was extremely hoarse.
 "You are full. It's my turn now. Right?"