Moaned

Harold Thompson doesn't know what has gotten over him but he can't seem to have enough of Michelle Donnelly, she is like a dove, or a bird, just whatever.

He hadn't planned to walk pin her inside the car, he is as tired as the young lady, but he had spotted a surveillance camera the moment the entered the elevator.

Harold is always the thoughtful one, it drives him crazy that he has to take advantage of the lady, but for heaven's sake, that is why he is here, to convince his father and everyone that he has a fiance.

Instances as such only helps strengthen his point on such regard.

"I am going to kiss you, Mich, you better act like a fiance who loves it," he muttered out roughly before he grabbed her hands and secure it above her head.

Harold didn't give a chance for the lady to answer, he knew she was going to resist him, it wasn't going to be good then.

First, he touched his lips towards hers, it felt fluffy, every fibre of his body moved as their lips touched one another. When he heard her gasp, it was his chance to move forward, to explore her lips even more.

"Kiss me," he ordered lightly, reinforcing his kiss.

Michelle had been kissed a few times due to being an Angel, but this was the first time she was being thoroughly kissed. Her legs buckled, she felt herself falling but then, Harold's strong hand secured her waist as he swiftly removed her hands to one of his larger palm.

She moved her lips, and she heard a moan. It was strange because she didn't know why she released that sound, it got her frustrated, but a feeling like this is what she wants to experience, and more.

Harold knew he shouldn't go beyond kissing, but he wanted more, his wolf was already screaming and ready to take control if he doesn't act fast, but then, he wasn't even sure of this move of his.

PING! PING! PING!

The elevator car pinged and they broke out of the kiss, Michelle's lips a little swollen.

Slowly peeping over Harold's shoulders, she saw an elderly couple getting ready to enter. Michelle gently used that as a clue to put her hands over Harold's chest, and lightly shove him from her side.

It was a much as she could do, when Harold didn't protest, she released a sigh that she hadn't known she was keeping in her chest. she manager to be arrange her dress and move to the wall.

Harold said nothing, but he kept his hands to himself, but never his distance. Michelle could feel the body heat his body was radiating.

The elderly couples said nothing, they closed the car and waited for the destination. When the arrives the eleventh floor, another Pinging sound came through and Harold held Michelle's hand.

"Our room is on this floor," he announced casually as if he hadn't been fucking her mouth a while ago.

"Oh!" the young lady said.

Michelle felt foolish after saying that, it is bad that she couldn't grab more words because her head wouldn't think of any reasonable thing to say right now.

She could swear that she head the older lady snort before the car closed on them, but she wasn't sure, they were gone and she had to face this beast.

Harold knew the young lady was going to start talking anytime soon, thus, he walked them to the end of the hallway, used his key card to open the door.

"Ladies first," he said.

That was the last straw Michelle could take, as she stormed inside the room, she didn't give Harold the chance to close the door properly before she started shouting.

"What the heck is wrong with you, Harold Thompson?" she said breathless.

Her head was a little dizzy, she was hungry, but she didn't care, she had one thing in mind, to sort out matters with Harold before things escalate from here.

Harold had just locked the door, and with every fiber of self-control in his body, he turned around to face her.

"What do you mean?" he asked gently.

If Harold was enjoying the show, it was hard for Michelle to tell because he was hiding his emotions under that hard face of his. He ground hard on his teeth as he stood behind the closed doors, as tall as ever.

Michelle was barely 5'4, just the fun girlfriend size, but there he was, probably 6'2. She swallowed hard knowing how intimidating he looks.

"The elevator incident. Remember on our Angel clause, you wouldn't touch me, I am to act like your Angel and not your whore," she ground out.

Harold didn't even as much as flinch, he got every nerve of his under control which made Michelle want to run mad.

When he spoke, he calculated every word of his.

"If I recall well, I just kissed you and not make love to you," he said casually.

His fingers moved to his suit as he pulls it away. The next thing, he grabs his tie and started working on the knot. It was difficult for Michel to focus with him being too close to him, and oh! his fingers working on his cloth didn't do her much justice.

"That is the same thing to me. You would have made love to me if those couples hadn't interrupted us," she spat out.

What was left of Harold's patience snapped, he looked at her and she got scared, but stood her grounds.

"Are you insane? making love to you is the last thing I'll do, especially with..." he didn't complete his words.

Michelle found herself turning her head from his face, it hurts her so badly knowing that he is low key including her as a whore.

"You mad bastard, you shouldn't have kissed me," she shouted.

"And you shouldn't have moaned, I lost every modicum of decency when you moaned in that car. Thank God for those couples," he spat out.

Michelle's mind went numb, he heard her moaned. She felt like the room should swallow her at this instant.