Chapter 5: Breaking the Taboo Kiss

Lara was held by her shoulder by him, unable to move, angrily staring at him, and spat at him.

As soon as she made this move, everyone in the private room, including Memphis, was stunned. The room became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Ever since the Morris Group underwent a change in ownership and Avila became hostile to the Morris Family after lurking there for years, everyone in Emberton City knew about it.

Because Memphis knew about it, he intentionally called Lara over, originally intending to please Avila. Unexpectedly, it turned into such a tense situation, causing her to be restless.

Avila's face was so gloomy that water could drip from it. He looked at the woman who was just within reach with a menacing gaze as if he wanted to crush her shoulder.

Lara winced in pain, raised her hand, and pounded his chest, her eyes turning red. "Let go, you're hurting me..."

Is this considered pain?

Not enough, far from it!

Avila still held onto her shoulder, anger surging, and briefly glanced at the stunned Memphis. "Did you touch her with that hand just now?"

"..."

Memphis was at a loss for words, stuttering, "Mr. Avila, I didn't know she was..." Ah!"

A miserable scream.

Avila didn't know when he released the girl's shoulder, suddenly gripped Memphis's right hand, and grabbed the ashtray from the tea table, smashing it down.

The sound of bones shattering.

Lara widened her eyes, looking at him in disbelief. "Avila..."

When he raised the ashtray to smash Memphis's other hand, she instinctively stood up and hugged his waist, pleading, "Avila, please don't do this!"

Avila... Brother...

As soon as the girl's soft and fearful voice sounded, the man's rationality instantly returned.

With a loud bang, Avila threw the ashtray away, glanced at the fallen Memphis, and said, "Get out!"

"Yes... yes, we won't disturb Mr. Avila anymore!"

After saying this, Memphis was assisted by several other playboys and left.

Just as the door closed, Lara immediately let go of his hand, took a step back, and clumsily ran her fingers through her long hair.

Avila turned around and looked at her, his gaze deepening. "What did you just call me?" he asked.

"Avila..." Lara began, but before she could finish, she was pushed down onto the couch, feeling dizzy.

She pressed herself against his chest, her body feeling the weight of his force. "Avila, what are you doing? Who gave you permission to get this close?" she exclaimed.

The man put all his strength onto her delicate body, and at such close proximity, his irresistible lips were tantalizing.

Unable to push the weight off her, she angrily threatened, "Avila, if you dare to do anything, I will definitely sue you!"

Sue him?

Thinking of how she cuddled with Memphis and smiled affectionately, and now seeing her disdainful warning, a surge of hot-bloodedness suddenly rushed to Avila's head.

As she was about to curse, the man lowered his head and captured her red lips in a kiss.

Lara...

As the man kissed her, his half-closed eyes watched her struggling beneath him.

Even in her disheveled state, she was astonishingly beautiful.

Her beauty was the most effective aphrodisiac in the world.

Gradually losing control, Avila kissed with abandon, his mind replaying the soft voice of the girl moments ago, calling out "Avila, brother..."

The voice seemed to carry a bewitching charm, causing him to instinctively part her lips and deepen the kiss.

The forbidden desires trapped deep within him were slowly released, bursting forth.

The more he restrained himself, the more he indulged in the pleasure.

Between heaven and hell, the bittersweet taste filled his mouth, and he suddenly snapped out of his trance.

...

What was he doing?

Avila suddenly pulled away from the girl, slightly frustrated, with a dark expression on his face, sitting next to her while still catching his breath.

After a few seconds of silence, he apologized in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry..."

Lara, with tears streaming down her face, sat up and slapped him.