Chapter 31
Even though Celine had an unhappy childhood, she never lost the courage to love. Whether it was Lucy or Adam, she had always loved with passion and unreservedness.
Loving someone didn’t make a person week or inferior. And love should never be used as an excuse to take advantage of her. Besides, she had already given up on love–she no longer loved Adam.
Adam’s cold gaze locked onto her resolute expression, a mocking smirk bugging at his lips.
“Really? You’re over me?”
Before Celine could finish her sentence, Adam lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, forcefully capturing them.
Celine’s mind went blank as her eyes widened in disbelief–Adam was kissing her!
This wasn’t their first kiss. The last time, in the bathroom, she had cling to him and initiated it herself. But this time, he was the one taking the lead.
Celine began to struggle, pushing against him. “Let go of me!
Adam’s tall, imposing frame pinned her slender body firmly against the wall. His cool, unyielding lips pressed down on hers with an air of dominance and conquest.
He seized the moment she parted her lips to deepen the kiss.
In that instant, his unique presence consumed her senses–a clean, fresh masculine scent that was distinctly his.
Celine had never been close to any other man besides Adam. She was as pure as a blank canvas. Her inexperienced body reacted sensitively to their closeness, a fiery blush spreading across her face.
Her hands, which had been pressing against his chest, slowly curled, clutching the luxurious fabric of his shirt between her fingers. Her knees grew weak
Noticing her legsghing out, Adam wrapped his strong arms around her waist, holding her firmly in his embrace. Slowly releasing ber, he ended the kiss.
“You.” Caline stammered, her face flushed a deep crimson.
Adam’s voice dripped with mockery. “Is this what you call being “over me? Look at yourself–you can barely stand after my kiss.”
He recalled the time Celine had teased him for being a bad kisser. Now, he was the one smirking, and she was the one left speechless.
The mockery hit Celine like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the lingering wanath in her cheeks.
It was only then she realised the kiss was meant to humiliate her.
Adam hadn’t even bothered to close his eyes during the kiss. Instead, he had coldly watched her as she fell into disarray, which he found amusing.
Gazing at her still–dazed expression, Adam added, “is that all it takes to get you flustered?”
As a man in his prime, Adam knew exactly how to wield your power, and his unrelenting cruelty towards her was razor–sharp.
Celine felt embarrassed and deeply humblated. She hated him, but what she detested even more was herself.
Her body still reacted to him. Perhaps, deep down, she still harbored feelings for him–and he had turned that into a weapon to ridicule her.
However, Celine wasn’t the kind of woman to let herself be trampled on. If someone struck her, she struck back just as hard.
After collecting herself, she leaned in closer to Adam, her chin held high. “That’s right. And that’s why I’m looking for someone else. You can’t satisfy me if you can freely please Carly, then I can find another man to fulfill my needs, What are you so smug about, Adam? If Nathan kissed me, I’d react the same way.
She deliberately emphasized Nathan’s name as she spoke.
