Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1212

Andrew shook his head slowly and said, "No, you're not like some middle-aged lunatic, and you're definitely not trash or a hooker. You look like a cute little bunny rabbit, just begging to be eaten up. You forced my hand, Aspen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Aspen's eyes widened in sudden panic, realizing what was about to happen. She struggled fiercely, desperate to escape Andrew's grasp.

Her voice trembled with tears as she pleaded, "No, no, no! Andrew—Mr. Lloyd—I'm sorry, I admit it, I was wrong! I swear, I won't do it again, please don't do this—please, no!"

Her frantic protests ended abruptly with a soft, electric whimper as Andrew silenced her, pressing his mouth firmly onto hers.

What followed was a hungry, unstoppable kiss, intense and overwhelming.

Aspen's clear eyes widened, her expression first filled with shame and anger, then disbelief, and finally melting into a dazed, dreamy blankness.

Their rapid breathing mingled in the confined space of the Ferrari, the air growing hot and heavy, filled with a mix of cologne and perfume.

Aspen gripped Andrew's shirt tightly, pulling at it until the buttons popped open, revealing his strong, toned chest.

When her fingers first brushed against his heated skin, she flinched as though burned. Yet, lost in the wildness of their kiss, she soon found her hands eagerly wandering back, craving the sensation of his muscular frame beneath her fingertips.

Andrew's hot hand traced the smooth curve of her waist, sliding downward until it rested firmly on her backside.

"Oh… no—Andrew, please don't… I'm begging you, please…" Aspen whispered faintly, a pained expression mingling with an unmistakable hint of desire.

Her skin glistened with sweat, eyes fluttering half-open, her mind already slipping into a fog of yearning and confusion. But Andrew paid no attention, consumed entirely by a burning need to possess her, unable to think of anything else.

Andrew glanced down with a teasing, knowing expression at the trembling woman in his arms.

Aspen turned her face away, desperately struggling to look indifferent and cold, yet her body betrayed her completely, quivering uncontrollably from the aftershocks that rippled through her.

She clenched her lips tightly shut, determined not to let even the smallest sound escape. Secretly, she wished a bolt of lightning would strike from heaven, frying this jerk right on the spot.

No, even better—it should strike them both dead. Because at this very moment, Aspen felt she could not bear living another second.

Andrew's low voice broke the silence as he whispered into her ear, "I never thought you'd be so quick to react."

Aspen covered her face with both hands, refusing to respond.