CHAPTER 353: CHAPTER 353: LITTLE BRAT, YOU NEED TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON AGAIN (3)

Mm, that’s fine. Little Silly Eva, acting so defiant, if she doesn’t get a car ride like this, she might really be asking for it.

"Ah, you, you you you... what are you doing?"

"Of course... doing..." her!

He had completely lost his patience and pressed down on her...

"Ah, Lucas Knight, no..."

"No? Hmm? Weren’t you being quite tough just now?" His clothes were already off; saying no now was too late.

...

Because of a limited edition sports car that stopped at a red-light intersection and didn’t move.

Causing a traffic jam.

The jam lasted for half an hour, and this was in the city center, in such a pricey area that half an hour was enough to create a blockade.

But the sports car at the front showed no sign of moving and just stayed there.

And inside the car, items of clothing were occasionally tossed out...

This... is a car sex scene?

A Porsche Cayenne that had changed lanes and cut in line many times rolled down its window, and Alexander Kingsley was surprised, staring at the black supercar in front.

Isn’t that car the Crown Prince’s?

What’s going on?

In the past few days, Alexander hadn’t seen him, and besides, Alexander was instructed by the Crown Prince to go on a business trip.

Returning from the trip today.

He drove, heading back to the First Special District, to check on the little thug.

He missed her.

His mind was filled with her.

Wondering how her taekwondo training was going, and if she could defend herself? If she could self-defend, he’d be relieved to let her out!

Anyway, it didn’t matter if she hit others.

As long as others couldn’t bully her, it was fine.

Hmm, something seems off.

Why is the Crown Prince’s car shaking like that?

Alexander, being a special forces elite, had excellent eyesight and observational skills.

*

Inside the sports car.

Eva Nightingale whimpered: "Woo~ you bastard, let me go~"

Hmm?

What’s wrong? What’s wrong with a kiss?

He didn’t assault her against a wall.

If it weren’t for the little bun in her belly, he might really have done those unspeakable things to her...

"Is this how you ask for a favor?"

Eva bit her lip, blushing: "Husband... I’m begging you, let me go."

She lowered herself, not daring to be tough with him, because this bastard stripped her with a few moves and held her close, kissing her passionately, making her body go soft, not listening to her commands.

She was so afraid he’d come on strong.

Afraid he’d harm the little baby in her belly.

Woo woo woo, little baby, it’s all mommy’s fault, sorry that I can’t handle this Dark Lord, who insists on giving you a thrill every so often.

"Mm." He let go of her with reluctance, the little woman had learned, she got wise, if she had done this earlier, things wouldn’t have reached this point?

If she had done this earlier, he wouldn’t have needed to have his way with her.

But she really was a fairy, her soft tone made him feel a rising desire uncontrollably.

"Little Silly Eva." He called softly, then spoke while driving, "Don’t glare at me in the future, understand?" because when she glared at him, he wanted to handle her.

The kind of handling that happens in bed.

Handling back and forth in bed.

"..." Is this man a devil? Eva just didn’t want to admit defeat...

But during her struggle, she seemed to grab hold of a ’stick’, froze for a few seconds, and then realized, immediately pleading for mercy.

She was pregnant.

This bastard could do anything.

A wise man knows when to retreat strategically, or rather, a wise woman knows when to retreat! Defeated, admit it.

After all, she felt less and less familiar with him, and this complete sense of unfamiliarity made her a bit afraid... because her body unexpectedly responded to his kisses...