Ensuing Momentum

Lucille's mind had only wandered for two seconds when the large hand that was restraining her waist tightened its grip. Joseph's deep and hoarse voice rang softly in her ear, and his breath was strong. "What were you thinking about... So distracted, huh?" Retracting slightly, Lucille blocked Joseph's ensuing momentum. Her ears were flushed. "Are you ever going to stop?" Joseph's gaze was profound, a dangerous fire blazed in his peach blossom eyes, mixed with desire, beguiling and seductive. If it weren't for the current circumstances, he probably wouldn't let her off so easily. Leaning over, Joseph bit lightly yet decisively on Lucille's plump lips. Only then did he let her go, returning to his normal self within a second, still maintaining the composure of the cool Mr. Joseph. Unable to resist commenting, Lucille thought, "B*stard. Look at him pretending as if nothing has happened..." "By the way." Lucille asked, "What about the hostages locked in the iron cages? Were they transferred