The Kiss

Abigail struggled against him, but Byron grasped her tightly and caged her between his body. She felt frustrated with herself for being so disarmed by him. Her gloomy expression conveyed her displeasure, and she tried to hold herself so excessively to not hit him at this moment, using her elbows, which could simply kick on his centre chest.

However, she knew that her one misstep could cause more umbrage only to herself. Byron never let go of being punched by a woman.

Hurting her woman pride, she last time utmost submissively tried to request release.

"I need to go washroom. Please release me…" She tried her best to sound downy, but the harsh breath exhibited a different story to Byron, who could sense her lost patience at this moment. And he knew that if he still tried to taunt her, she would not stop herself from kicking him with her elbow anymore.

She thought he could not see her inner plan, but he could easily.

However, will that work? Thinking that, his lips spread to a broad,