A Night of Desire-Chapter 24: I’m So Uncomfortable, Help Me, Save Me...

The Reyton Hotel, Room 1818.

Seth Quinn carried Clara Grant into the room in his arms, kicked the door shut behind him, then walked over to the bed to put her down.

However, the woman’s arms were wrapped firmly around his neck, and for a moment, he couldn’t break her grip. After several failed attempts to put her down, she was still clinging to him.

Exasperated, Seth Quinn had no choice but to use both hands to pry her arms apart. Then, with a forceful shove and a THUD, he finally managed to toss her onto the bed. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

But before he could even let out a sigh of relief, the woman he had just pushed onto the bed surprisingly scrambled back up and threw her arms around him again.

Her warm breath ghosted over a sensitive spot on his neck. Seth Quinn’s eyes instantly tightened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably.

"Damn it!" Seth Quinn cursed under his breath. ’How could I have reacted so easily?!’

He’d always prided himself on his self-control. Plenty of women had tried to seduce him in the past, but he had always remained cool and completely unmoved.

But this woman, the one who looked as pure and innocent as a schoolgirl, could so easily shatter his composure and arouse his urges, whether it was through her deliberate teasing during the day or her unintentional advances now.

Seth Quinn wondered if he was possessed. ’Why else would I feel something for a woman who’s still in college but already has a four-or-five-year-old son, a woman who sleeps around? How can I be so susceptible to her temptations?’

A sudden wave of irritation washed over Seth Quinn, and the temperature in his gaze dropped several degrees.

But Clara Grant, who was holding him, was completely unaware of this. Or rather, under the influence of the drug, her mind was completely blank, except for the desperate need to find an "antidote" to grant her release.

"...Don’t go. Don’t leave me. I’m so hot... It hurts... Help me... save me..." Clara Grant continued to rub her face relentlessly against him, the words tumbling brokenly from her lips.

Her silence had been one thing, but the moment she spoke, the man’s body grew hotter, his mind more flustered.

Just as Seth Quinn reached his breaking point and was about to pull her off, she suddenly released her grip and moved away from him.

While Seth Quinn stood there, stunned, she let out a soft whimper. She then shakily got to her feet, lunged at him again, and wrapped her arms around his neck, her mouth searching for his face and lips.

She was still mumbling incoherently, "Hot, so hot... I’m burning up... It hurts so much..."

Perhaps it was the drug-fueled desire, but her fair, smooth face was now flushed with a faint pink, like a freshly peeled egg brushed with a touch of rose-colored lipstick.

The moment her lips finally touched Seth Quinn’s, the woman seemed to let out a contented sigh, her body starting to tremble uncontrollably.

The scent of her perfume hadn’t faded, and now it was mixed with the smell of alcohol on her breath. Although she had only had one drink, Seth Quinn’s sense of smell was unusually sharp, so the faint scent of liquor was quite distinct to him.

Seth Quinn found the mixture of perfume and alcohol nauseating. Yet, despite his visceral disgust for the scent, he neither pushed her away nor dodged her kiss.

Her lips were soft and pliant, a surprisingly pleasant sensation that made Seth Quinn unwittingly lose himself in the moment.

His suit trousers, which had fit perfectly just moments before, now felt tight. Tighter. And tighter still.

He sucked in a sharp breath and yanked her hands from around his neck.