MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

"Is it bad?" Savannah worried that too little drink would have no effect.

"A lot of progress." He was not a charmer.

"Then why don't you have more?" asked Savannah, raising her charming and dewy eyes.

In front of her dreamy eyes, Dylan could not help himself, and he finished it off.

Savannah heaved a sigh of relief, twisting the hem of her dress around her fingers.

She carried the bowl down the stairs and then dawdled for a while, deliberately waiting for the pill to work. When she went upstairs and entered the room again, sure enough, she found Dylan looked strange on the sofa.

She could see the top of his chest through the open buttons of his shirt and small beads of moisture lying there upon his white skin; an unusual pink flush was on his handsome face, and his breathing was a little unstable, which could be clearly heard in the quiet room.

The blue pill was quite effective.

No wonder it was welcomed in the male world!

Savannah was both delighted and nervous.

He drank the soup as she planned, and the pill worked. But he was already very rough and hard in sex, and he often made her sore everywhere the next day. Now the sex must be more severe after he took that pill.

Savannah, concerned, hung back.

But then she stiffened her resolution. Isn't that what she wants?

Without a chance to go out to have a surgical abortion, she had to abort the baby by this method in the present situation. Thinking of this, Savannah took a deep breath and overcame her shyness, put down her ponytail, pulled the maternity dress off her shoulders, closed the door, and walked towards him.

Dylan's eyes darkened when he saw the little woman come in. He looked at her with a wanting glance. The left side of her baggy pink dress slid down to reveal her sexy snowy shoulders, and her long brown hair tossed about her tender throat.

Under his glowing gaze, she approached him. Her sweet natural fragrance hung in the air to his nose.

"What's wrong with you?" Her low and soft voice mixed with temptation.

He felt an irresistible impulse to have her on the sofa at once, but he restrained himself after taking a look at her baby belly. "Tell the servant to turn down the temperature in the room." He said in a husky voice as he adjusted her dress.

His voice sounded breathy and strained. It should be hard for him to resist the effect of the blue pill. "What's the matter with you? You look as though you're hot. Have you got a fever?" She asked as she put her hand on his forehead.

Touched by her soft cold hand, Dylan felt a hot current coursing through his body. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her in his arms.

Savannah slipped on his lap, throwing her arms around his neck, and let out a slight groan. The desire in Dylan was completely aroused by this deliberate groan. His hand moved down to her hips and slipped into her dress.

He didn't touch her for a long time, and the blue pill brought the beast out of him. He lifted her and put her onto his big bed, undid his belt, and stretched out her legs, leaning down. His hands grew more agent, and he couldn't wait to have her now!

In a moment, Savannah felt the hem of her dress was lifted, and something hot and hard like stone against her lower belly, her heart beating fast, and she could imagine what would happen later. She wanted to close her legs and run away, but she finally gritted her teeth and restrained herself, closed her eyes, and waited for the coming storm.

However, he didn't tear her apart as she expected. He loosened his grip on her and sat up, panting and breathing heavily on the edge of the bed.

Stunned, Savannah looked at him in amazement; obviously, he was still confused by the desire in him, but he restrained himself because he remembered her pregnancy.

No. She couldn't let this opportunity go by.

She bit her lip, knelt down on his back, and put her arms around his neck, pressing herself against his burning back. "Dylan, are you okay?"

Dylan was beginning to wonder why he wanted this little woman so eagerly today.

No, not today. He felt strange after drinking that bowl of sugar water. There must be something wrong with it!

What's more, the little woman never cared for him so much before. She attempted him deliberately! His mind was clear, and he guessed something. He caught her wrist and pushed her away gently and then stood up. Turning his head, he looked significantly at the little woman, and there was a chill on his abnormally red face. Then he went to the bathroom and shut the door with a BANG!

Within seconds the sound of running water was heard.

Savannah sat there as if in a trance. She knew that he had successfully controlled himself. Her plan failed... Was he still a normal man? He was really a man of iron self-control…

After a while, the bathroom door was pulled open again.

Dylan came out wet and glistening from the cold shower, still unshaven, with just a towel around his waist. The desire in his burning eyes disappeared, remaining the chill making her shudder.

Before she could say a word, Dylan walked to the bed, tugged her into his arms!

He had one hand at the small of her back holding her against him, the other at her chin, tipping back her head. But Savannah knew from his impassive gaze that he was not going to kiss her. If she was not pregnant now, he might try all the methods to punish her.

He was outraged this time...

"You ask for an abortion in this way? Good!"

She was still in the first trimester, and she'd better avoid sex for the baby's safety.

If he failed to control himself, he might fuck her hard under the drug effect, which would lead to severe bleeding and miscarriage!

In order to not have this child, she tried such an extreme mean?

He thought that she should have accepted her pregnancy after such a long time. But she didn't give up!

If only he could put his hands around her neck and choke her! Finally, he released her. "Fine, I'll see how many more ways you have. From today on, stay in your bedroom until you give birth to the baby! You have deprived yourself of your last freedom!"