Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President

Chapter 57: Begging for Mercy

His cold, stern face buried near her neck, then gently rubbed, the warm breath he exhaled tickling Claire Shaw, making her body involuntarily tense.

She knew Ethan Blackwood was deliberately testing her, his first step using the orphanage incident to make her agree to maintain the status quo.

The second step was to continue expanding his territory, inching ever closer to her limits.

This man has deep schemes.

Claire Shaw opened the arms wrapped around her waist and abdomen, "Don’t forget what you promised me."

Her refusal allowed Ethan Blackwood to accept gracefully, "Alright then."

To break the awkward atmosphere, Claire Shaw moved into the living room.

Claire Shaw seriously suspected Ethan Blackwood was born from a robot, his movements swift, efficiency very high.

She had just tidied up the bedroom, while he had already organized the living room, kitchen, and bathroom, even mopping the floor thoroughly clean.

Claire Shaw laughed, "I saw a joke, cows have poor efficiency, horses lack endurance, donkeys have bad tempers, but workers are different, capable, efficient, enduring, good-tempered. Mr. Blackwood, it’s such a waste for someone like you not to work, you’re simply a born worker!"

Ethan Blackwood strode over to her, effortlessly pulling her into his arms, "So Ms. Shaw thinks so highly of me."

He was sweaty all over, if it were anyone else, Claire Shaw would surely be disgusted.

But the person was Ethan Blackwood, drenched in sweat he seemed more robust and sexy, enticing wild thoughts.

Claire Shaw’s long braid fell forward onto her chest, her hand covering her lips as she chuckled furtively, her bright black pupils and radiant cheeks betraying an unknowing tenderness and appeal.

He leaned closer to Claire Shaw’s ear and maliciously bit her earlobe, speaking word by word, "Ms. Shaw, do you know what I’m thinking now?"

No need to think, Claire Shaw knew he had no good intentions, so she didn’t respond.

Ethan Blackwood added, word by word, "Use my stamina to make you cry and beg for mercy."

The vehicle suddenly shifted from the preschool lane onto the highway, with the doors welded shut.

Claire Shaw blushed, casting him a reproachful glance.

Even though what this man said wasn’t wrong, Claire Shaw had long recognized his stamina and strength.

Now, merely thinking of those previous nights was enough to make her cheeks flush.

Seeing her stay silent, her little face even redder.

Ethan Blackwood leaned in closer mischievously, pressing near, "What are you thinking?"

"No, nothing." Claire Shaw turned shyly away, attempting to leave, yet was pulled back into the man’s embrace.

Ethan Blackwood gazed at her downturned head exposing her fair neckline, such skin resembling beautiful white jade.

To him, it was a rare treasure, something he had longed for day and night.

Especially those days before when he could only admire from afar without touching, how difficult it was to endure, Claire Shaw would never know how intense his feelings for her were.

Intense to the point he dared not excessively express love, fearing he might scare her away.

Only through subtle teasing like this, watching her gradually lose control.

Ethan Blackwood bent down beside her ear, kissing languidly, "Are you thinking of me?"

Claire Shaw felt a tickling sensation, shrinking her neck to escape his proximity, "No."

But how would the man let her escape? He loved her shy little bunny-like adorable demeanor the most.

So obedient and pure, tempting people to tease a bit more.

Where else in the world is there a girl as well-behaved as her?

Ethan Blackwood chuckled softly, his scorching fingers caressing her waist, reminiscent of those gentle touches in the nights.

The man’s mouth enclosed her earlobe, his voice lowered with ambiguity, "Do you want me to probe in? If yes, tell me obediently..."