No Strings Attached

Chase carried Sasha home, tossing her onto the bed in a swift motion. He undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt - all in one fluid motion.

Just as he was about to unbuckle his belt, Sasha suddenly kicked him in the stomach. A flurry of punches and kicks followed. "If you touch me today, Chase, I'll make you wish you were dead!" Chase advanced, pinning her flailing form beneath him. A roguish smile played on his lips. "There are many ways to die. Let me choose one for you. How about me loving you to death." He captured Sasha's lips in a fierce and dominating kiss.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Women often find herself at a disadvantage in the battle of wills between a man and a woman. Despite Sasha's struggles, she was ultimately subdued by Chase.

As he kissed her, his voice, both seductive and teasing, filled the air. "Sasha, I want you. Is that okay?"

Sasha, gasping for breath, eyes reddening, stared at him. "Chase, if you can't hold yourself back, go find someone else. Don't bother me."

Chase's gaze softened. "But I only want you. You took my first time. You can't start something and not finish it. If you do, you'll be nothing but a heartbreaker."

"That's nonsense! Only a fool would believe that. Everyone knows you're always out and about. No way you're a saint!"

Chase bit her lip hard, his voice growing huskier. "Believe it or not, you were my first, Sasha. You took something precious from me. You owe me." After saying that, he kissed her again. Sasha, already dazed by the kisses, widened her eyes in disbelief. This man claimed he was a virgin. Could it be true that despite his reputation, he remained untouched?

His passionate kisses moved from her lips down her soft body. Sasha let out a whimper, "Chase, you're unbelievable."

Desire evident in his eyes, Chase retorted, "Yes, I'm your 'unbelievable,' with a stamina you can't help but envy. Want to try again?"

Then, his hand found her sensitive spots. What followed was inevitable between consenting adults. Soon, the floor was littered with discarded clothes, and the room filled with the sound of their love-making

Sasha couldn't recall how many times she had succumbed to him. Exhausted, she lay on the bed, devoid of strength.

She scolded with annoyance, "Chase, can't you show a little restraint? I have to see Clara later."

Chase kissed her lips softly, "I'll take you there later. How about we take a shower first?"

Sash heard this and immediately scrambled out of bed. Allowing him to take her to the shower could only lead to more.

Chase watched her flee, and his lips curled into a mischievous smile.

Just then, Sasha's phone buzzed. Chase glanced at the phone, catching a glimpse of a message. [Sasha, take a look at these dating profiles. If any seem suitable give them a chance.]

Chase suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He quickly unlocked Sasha's phone and opened the message. It was from her mother Carolina, accompanied by several pictures of handsome, successful men. S

Chase had never felt so threatened.