Chapter 417 You Are Afraid Of Death Too, Arent You (1/2)

In consideration of her fragile physical state, Jacob didn't go for home base, but sated his lust by kissing her aggressively from head to toes. Her face flamed with shame at his brazen act.

”I really want to devour you.” His sexy voice echoed in Emily's ears, making her heart beat faster.

But she resisted, she wasn't in a flirting mood. His face met with a slap, which was so gentle that it didn't hurt him at all.

Taking her little hand, he kissed it gently now, ”Honey, be good.”

”Get away from me!” Ignoring his advances, she closed her eyes, Jacob once again kissed her ravenously, and even bit her lip as punishment for not reciprocating. He gently licked her blood off her lips and said, ”Don't annoy me, okay? I'll be back early tonight.”

His fingers traced her lips. Then he stood up, smoothing out the creases in his clothes and gently covered her with a quilt. He was ever a man of extreme opposites, the lover and the fiend.

She lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling expressionlessly. After Jacob left the room, she slowly clenched the soft quilt, unable to express the tidal wave of emotions which engulfed her.

...

In the low-key and luxurious Maybach, Jacob sat in the back seat, with eyes partly closed, like an elegant cheetah resplendent after an excellent meal.

Magee stood outside the car, looking curiously at him. He thought, 'Jacob's character continues to become more subtle and unpredictable.'

”Get in.” He said, casting a glance at him.

Smiling awkwardly, Magee assumed a seat in the car. He casually asked, ”I haven't seen Emily lately.”

Just then he felt the atmosphere in the car turn frosty.

”Concerned about her?”