Chapter 191 Don’t provoke me
His throat suddenly rolled, he turned his back and said in a suppressed voice: "Go and change your clothes."
Sierra chuckled lightly, "Wait for me for a while."
Just because she knew he was the only one who wouldn't mess around, she felt confident.
Not only did she understand this, but Rose Hill who was standing in the living room downstairs also understood it.
He never likes others to provoke him.
After hurriedly rinsing her body and drying her hair, Sierra opened the door and walked out when someone grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall.
The exclamation was blocked in her throat before she could even leave her mouth, and Rose Hill's breath came over her, completely occupying her.
His breathing was cold and rapid, biting her lower lip to block any screams she might make.
Those suddenly widened frightened brown eyes were full of his face, and Rose Hill was very satisfied.
Sera's waist was firmly controlled by two big hands, and he easily placed her on the small table next to the wall. The vase on it was swept to the ground with one hand, making a shattering sound.
This height was just right when he leaned over.
After the girl got used to it, his fingertips touched the zipper of her skirt on the back and pulled down most of it.
The cold palms passed through the open back clothes and touched her warm skin.
Sierra shuddered suddenly and shuddered.
Just touching the skin on her back was enough to make Rose Hill lose control. With his dark eyes full of passion, he completely pulled the zipper to the end and peeled the clothes off her shoulders from behind.
His bare shoulders were touched by his body, filled with coldness.
Sierra had no choice but to bite him hard on the lip, "Rose Hill!"
Her voice was aggrieved, and she sounded like she was about to cry after being bullied.
The noble vampire immediately stopped moving and leaned his head on her shoulder. His fangs gently rubbed her shoulder as if in demonstration, causing goosebumps to instantly appear on the skin.
"Do you still dare to seduce me?" His voice was hoarse, and he kissed her shoulder repeatedly, like a hunter looking for a suitable position, ready to take a bite at any time.
"I don't dare anymore." Sierra grabbed Rose Hill's messy blond hair, fearing that he would really bite her hard.
Fortunately, he just leaned on her shoulder for a while, slowly adjusted and straightened up.
The vampire, who was supposed to have neatly ironed suits, became a mess, with broken hair falling on her forehead, her collar open, and two buttons of her shirt inside were ripped off in a fit of passion, revealing a piece of porcelain-white skin.
He was in such a mess, but Sierra suddenly saw an aristocratic aura that was seductive and seductive.
She blushed and tried to pull up her skirt with her backhand, but was stared at by a pair of cannibalistic eyes. Her trembling hands couldn't pull it back, so she had to jump off the table and turned her back to him and complained, "Pull it up for me."
With angry instructions, Rose Hill curled her lips and pressed the zipper all the way with her fingertips to slowly pull it up for her.
As the fingertips touched, a shiver ran down the tailbone. Sera bit her lower lip restrainedly and swallowed hard the discordant sound that rolled up her throat.
The two stayed in the bedroom for a long time before letting the servant come in and put away the vase.
The dinner in the kitchen was almost done. Rose Hill didn't eat anything. There was only a glass of red wine in front of her, and she took a sip from time to time, her eyes never leaving Sera who was eating meat.
"Are you staying here tonight?" she started looking for a topic.
"No." He quickly objected and frowned in disgust, "All the rooms need to be cleaned. Do you want to keep the things in the master bedroom? Just throw them away if they are not needed."
It was the smell of strangers, and he didn't want to step foot in it except her room.
Thinking of Lizzie's bedroom and Annashe's, Sierra decided to throw away all the things tomorrow.
After finally getting through dinner, Rose Hill sat for a while before getting ready to leave.
She was still a little surprised to think that he really just came to see her move into her new house today.
Near 11 o'clock in the evening, a soldier suddenly visited her manor.
It was already midnight, and Sierra was woken up from bed by a servant. She came down sleepily wearing a robe. The man stood at the door, dressed in military uniform, and claimed to be Eric's partner.
"I know it's abrupt to visit late at night, but Miss Serra, can you go and see him? He has been drinking in the bar for two days. He is in really bad condition and refuses to leave no matter how hard he tries."
The young man, who was just beginning to have a love affair, got drunk one after another, and Sera's guilt instantly rose.
"wait."
She went upstairs to change her clothes in a hurry, ran down and took his car to the bar.
There were a lot of drunks on the road at night. As soon as the car arrived at the door of the bar, there were many staggering drunks rushing out, shouting.
"Crazy! That's really crazy!"
As soon as Sierra stepped into the bar, a bottle was swung down in front of her toes, smashing it into pieces, and the small broken glass cut her skin.
The sharp stinging pain spread with the blood left behind. She didn't pay attention, only looking for a familiar figure in the ambiguous light.
The sound of physical fighting was not far away. On the stage that was supposed to be for people to play the piano and sing, the piano was broken in the middle like a scrap, and a person fell inside.
Jem sat on Eric's body and punched him again, "Eric! Are you awake?"
Sierra took a breath and ran over immediately, "Jem! Eric! Stop fighting!"
The girl's voice faintly entered his ears, and then a blurry little face appeared in Eric's sight. He could hear his own heavy breathing, and heard the familiar voice calling him anxiously over and over again.
It's crazy.
Even if you get yourself drunk, you can see her.
Eric bent his arms to cover his eyes. His nose was bleeding, and his body was covered with wounds from the fight. He was in a miserable state.
Seeing her coming, Jem quickly stopped his hand and stood aside, breathing heavily, "Stop torturing him, Sierra, tell him clearly, don't let things become irreversible."
He still left Eric with Sierra and left over the broken wine bottles on the ground.
Sierra bit her lip and squatted down next to the embarrassed boy.
"Eric."
She grabbed his hand hanging on one side and squeezed it slowly, "Look at me."
"Eric."
He finally moved away the arm covering his eyelids, and his eyes fell on her worried face, which slowly became clearer.
The strong body suddenly sat up from the ruins, causing the broken piano to become even more broken.
"Sierra."
He jerked his hand away and held her injured ankle instead.
"You are hurt?"
This movement made Sierra almost sit on the ground. She quickly comforted Eric, "No, just a little scratch."
He was obviously very drunk, but he picked her up immediately.
"I'll take you to deal with it."
His steps were very unsteady, and he was trying to hold her to steady his body, and he smelled of alcohol.
Sierra hugged his neck tightly and pressed her face against his neck, "Eric, can we go home?"