The next moment, she was pressed directly against the wall.
His movements were gentle, hardly affecting her, yet the obvious anger hit her head-on, giving her a subtle sense of oppression.
"Speak properly if you have something to say."
Frowning, Flossie Wright spoke coldly.
"Nothing to say."
Raising her chin with one hand, Glenn Hutchinson lowered his head and kissed her lips.
A kiss without holding back, with a hint of tenderness amid the frenzy, warm auras intertwined, spreading a sense of intoxication.
Except for Flossie's right shoulder, Glenn restrained all her limbs that could be used as weapons.
Yet in the end, blood was still drawn.
The scent of blood spread, tangled in their breath, igniting something within them like a thirst for blood, unyielding and relentless.
After the kiss.
Glenn finally released her.
The two of them breathed deeply.
