I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 340

An irrepressible, faint whimper slipped from her throat.

That sound seemed embarrassing in the quiet, temperature-rising space. When she bit down again, Jorrod reached out, using his thumb to gently pry apart her pale lips, conveniently offering his palm to her mouth. "Don't bite yourself, bite my hand."

Sienna didn't hold back, sinking her teeth into his thick palm.

She kept her eyes closed the entire time, her brows tightly furrowed. Amidst her rapid breathing, she heard the man's deep, magnetic voice right next to her ear.

"Does it feel good?"

Sienna didn't speak; she only bit down harder.

A low chuckle sounded by her ear.

"Have we ever tried this before?"

The voice carried a magnetic, lazy drawl, seemingly equipped with a hook that snagged right at her heartstrings. Mixed with the sensations sweeping over her entire body, her rationality crumbled piece by piece under the dual stimulation, utterly impossible to salvage.

"Hmm?" he pressed.

"Whose experience is better?"

One sentence after another. He was dressed properly with a serious expression, yet he deliberately blew air against her ear, his wickedness in the shadows leaving her unable to even form a sentence.

"Or... was the past... better?"

At the word "better," the smile on the man's lips vanished completely.

Later, under an even more unfamiliar assault, Sienna lost all her senses, drowning completely. In her hazy state, she heard a sentence, "Next time, you have to say..."

"I've made progress."

She blearily half-opened her misty, water-filled eyes.

Watching her, Jorrod narrowed his eyes, concealing a fleeting flash of darkness in their depths.

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Sienna could barely stand. Her legs beneath the coat were already weak, and the cold wind only added to her trembling.

Julian noticed, especially the blush spreading all the way to her ears. He frowned, took off his own scarf, and naturally looped it around her neck.

"I told you there was no need, but you insisted on coming. It's so cold out your eyes are red. If you catch a cold, how am I supposed to explain this to my uncle?"

Julian's brows were tightly knitted, adopting a parental stance as he lightly scolded her, terrified that his cousin would catch a chill because of him.

Sienna didn't respond to his reprimand, hurriedly looking down to find the USB drive and hand it to him.

In her peripheral vision, the black car was parked not far away, hidden in the darkness. She didn't purposely look, but she could vaguely sense a burning, almost scorching gaze fixed intently on her, not looking away for a single second.

After handing it over, Sienna prepared to say goodbye and leave.

Suddenly, her eyes widened.

She saw the driver's side door of the black car push open a crack. Black leather shoes hit the ground, followed by long, straight legs, as Jorrod stepped out of the car.