A Night of Desire

Chapter 199 - 196: I Won’t Touch You

’Have my feelings for Miles Quinn really faded this much?’ ’How is that possible? I had a secret crush on him for three whole years!’

’Three years of hidden feelings, countless days and nights of secret pining... did it all just vanish after knowing Seth Quinn for a few months?’

People always say that feelings, once given, are like spilled water—impossible to take back. ’Were my three years of feelings just an illusion? Otherwise, how could I have taken them all back in just a month or two?’

’Or... have I already accepted Seth Quinn from the bottom of my heart?’

Clara Grant’s mind was a mess, her thoughts in a complete tangle.

But Seth Quinn, hearing her mention of "sister-in-law" and "brother-in-law," was grinning from ear to ear. He spoke magnanimously, "Since you can recognize your own status and know that you are my, Seth Quinn’s, wife, then you can call him that."

After saying that, his tone shifted. "However, since you know you’re my wife, you’ve never called me so intimately. Let me hear you try."

She had always called him by his full name, and most of the time, she said it as if she held a grudge against him.

"And how would I do that intimately?" Clara Grant asked absentmindedly, just going along with his words.

"Drop the last name."

Clara Grant looked up. ’Drop the last name? And just call him Seth?’

She couldn’t bring herself to say it. She felt calling someone by a single word was too mushy.

"No, I can’t."

"Then call me Seth, like the others do," Seth Quinn conceded.

He felt a little frustrated. ’Why do I seem to be the one constantly giving in today?’

’Seth? As if.’

Clara Grant grumbled internally, then shook her head and refused again. "I can’t say that either."

"..."

"It’s your fault for having a name that’s only two words long! If your name was something longer, like... Sethbert or Sethwell, I could definitely say it," Clara Grant muttered in defense when she saw his expression turn cold.

’It’s true! Besides... you always call me Clara Grant, don’t you?’

At her words, Seth Quinn’s lips curved into a smile again, this one a bit suggestive. "Are you protesting that I don’t call you by a gentler, more intimate name? So if I change the way I address you, you’ll be able to say my name?"

"Wha—"

Before Clara Grant could finish, Seth Quinn suddenly leaned in close to her ear, breathing softly as he whispered, "Is that right? Clara..."

His warm, masculine breath tickled her ear, and though his voice was quiet, it seemed to pierce right through her eardrum, making her tremble slightly.

He called her Clara. It was the first time he’d ever called her that, yet it sounded as natural and intimate as if he’d said it a thousand, a million times before.

Clara Grant instinctively tried to pull away, but in the next second, Seth Quinn suddenly gave her earlobe a gentle nip.

A shiver ran through Clara Grant’s body as a tingling numbness spread through her instantly.

Sensing her reaction, Seth Quinn’s lips curved into a roguish smile. "So, this is your sensitive spot."

Flushed red, Clara Grant turned sideways, trying to push him away, but Seth Quinn wouldn’t let her, whispering lowly again, "Clara, say my name."

His voice was low, husky, and sexy, sounding like a sigh, yet also like a plea. Clara Grant turned her head to dodge him, and her lips accidentally brushed against his cheek.

Embarrassed, she was about to pull back when Seth Quinn quickly captured her, and their four lips were pressed tightly together once more—two warm, two slightly cool.

"Clara, say my name," Seth Quinn mumbled, continuing to coax her.

"Say your... what?" As with every time he kissed her, Clara Grant’s mind went blank. She was only responding to him instinctively.

"Seth. Call me Seth."

"Se... th..." Clara Grant’s red lips parted slightly as she said the name, trembling.

The moment she uttered the name "Seth," Seth Quinn’s body went rigid, followed by a powerful reaction.

"Clara, I want you!"

But Clara Grant just frowned slightly, as if she didn’t understand what he meant.

Seth Quinn took her hand and slowly guided it.

The instant she touched it, Clara Grant’s hand recoiled as if burned by a hot stone. She tried to pull back, but Seth Quinn held it firmly in place, leaving her unable to move, forced to feel his burning heat.

"No, we can’t do this out here," Clara Grant’s reason finally returned somewhat. "Besides, the three months we agreed on aren’t up yet. You can’t..."

"So what you’re saying is, once the three months are up, as long as it’s not ’out here,’ then we can?" Seth Quinn interpreted her words for her.

"You!... Anyway... not now..." Kissed until she was breathless, she could barely get her words out.

"I won’t force you, but... you have to satisfy me." Seeing she was almost out of breath, Seth Quinn temporarily let her go, but his eyes remained fixed deeply on her.

When it came to her, he always went soft, preferring to endure the discomfort himself rather than force the issue. He had let her off the hook many times because of this, but today, he didn’t want to short-change himself again. He was determined to collect some interest, one way or another.

Clara Grant stared with wide eyes, a look of complete bewilderment on her face, not understanding what he meant.

’If he doesn’t touch me, how am I supposed to satisfy him?’

Watching her bewildered expression, Seth Quinn gave a wicked smile and leaned his handsome face in. Just as Clara Grant’s heart skipped a beat at his approach, he tilted his head slightly, pressing his lips to her ear again and whispering something.

As he spoke, he touched her hand, then brushed his fingers over her lips.

No matter how naive Clara Grant was, she understood what he meant now.

BOOM. Something felt like it exploded in her head. On instinct, she shoved the man in front of her away, her delicate, porcelain-white face flushing crimson at his words.

"Seth Quinn, you... you’re shameless!" Faced with this man who was constantly acting like a pervert, this was the only attack she could muster.

"I don’t want any shame right now!"

Seth Quinn stared at her small mouth, opening and closing. His whole body felt tight, aching with an unbearable itch. He had to admit, right now he was nothing more than an animal acting on his baser instincts; he couldn’t think about anything else.

"No!" Clara Grant refused decisively and turned to open the car door.

"No?" Seth Quinn’s slightly hoarse voice came from behind her. It sounded casual, but his words were filled with threat. "Then how about I tell everyone right now that we’re married? Or should I make a call and have everyone come over and see what we’re doing?"

Clara Grant whipped her head around, her face a mixture of shame, annoyance, and rage. ’This man was actually threatening her just to satisfy his own selfish desires!’

Deciding to ignore him, she turned back to the car door. After trying to open it for a while with no success, she finally realized he had locked it.

Seth Quinn, however, casually took out his phone, tapped on it for a moment, and put it to his ear. "Hello..."

A jolt went through Clara Grant. She spun around and slapped the phone away from his ear.