Chapter 92: Fire of desire
Augustine cursed under his breath. This was torture. The way she looked at him, the way she unknowingly provoked him—it was more than he could take.
"This is crazy," he muttered, his restraint hanging by a thread. His muscles flexed, his breathing uneven.
Then, abruptly, he issued a stern command, "Gustave, stop the car and get out."
Gustave pulled the car to the side of the road and jumped out, shutting the door behind him. He didn’t look back, didn’t question anything.
Augustine wasted no time. He pressed Anne against the seat, his lips crashing onto hers with unrestrained hunger. His hand traced the smooth curve of her shoulder, relishing the warmth of her skin before sliding lower, finding the soft swell of her chest.
Anne tensed. A sudden wave of unease washed over her, her stomach churning violently. A strangled sound escaped her lips as she shoved against his chest with surprising force.
Caught off guard, Augustine barely had time to react before she tore herself away from him. In a blur, she fumbled with the door handle, flinging it open and stumbling out.
The moment her feet hit the ground, she lurched forward, retching uncontrollably as her stomach emptied onto the pavement.
Augustine sat motionless in his place, his breath still heavy, his body still burning with the heat of the moment. His lips parted slightly, yet no words came out, shock evident on his face.
This was definitely not how he had expected it to go.
Augustine quickly regained his composure and stepped out of the car. He spotted Anne hunched over, her hands braced on her knees as she struggled to steady herself. Her breaths came in shallow gasps after vomiting, and her heavy eyelids flickered as though she was fighting to stay conscious.