Chapter 127 Why Pick a Fight Now?

It wasn't until his lips brushed against hers that she snapped out of it. She shoved him back. "I'm hungry now!" Dominic's gaze darkened slightly. With one hand braced against the bed, he kept her pinned. The other hand tugged off his tie effortlessly. "You just never listen, do you?" Bella swallowed nervously. "W-What are you doing?" He didn't answer. With a swift motion, he wrapped his tie around her wrists, binding them together. Her delicate hands looked so fragile, and her resistance seemed weak and meaningless. The soft fabric of the tie rubbed against her pale skin, leaving faint red marks. The black pencil skirt she wore was modest yet form-fitting. His hands hiked it up easily. With the hem pushed to her waist, her long legs were fully exposed. A deep blush crept across Bella's face as she squirmed, trying to close her legs in protest. However, when he bent down to kiss her again, she was already out of ways to push him off. The kiss was hot and overpowering, scatt