Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 134

She was clearly determined to make a point.

Yvonne rubbed her bitten arm against Marico’s loungewear, her expression one of dramatic disgust.

Honestly, the nerve—using the CEO’s expensive silk pajamas like a kitchen rag.

“I’ve made it all the way to adulthood and never been bitten before,” Yvonne pouted, her cheeks flushed and her guard dropping completely.

“So I get to be your first bite too?” Marico’s smile was soft, unfazed by her indifference or the fact that she’d gone out to dinner with a male friend.

Without thinking, Yvonne launched herself at him like a playful lion cub, practically leaping into his arms.

He hadn’t expected it—she tackled him right onto the couch.

She turned her head and, without warning, sank her teeth into his neck.

No mercy, not even a little.

For such a sweet-looking girl, her bite really stung.

Caught off guard, Marico’s instincts kicked in—he wrapped one arm around Yvonne’s waist to keep her from tumbling off.

When she finished, she lay sprawled across his chest, her bright eyes sparkling with mischief as their gazes locked.

Her dark hair spilled across his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.

Marico’s arms tightened around her, his breath growing heavier.

“You must’ve bullied me first,” he murmured, rubbing the sore spot on his neck.

“Yvonne, you must be braver when you’re drunk,” he teased, thinking how just a single drink let loose her inner mischief, turning her into a stubborn little menace.

She was being completely unreasonable—almost adorably so.

“Unreasonable,” Marico said, pinching her flushed cheek.

“And what if I am? What are you gonna do about it?”

“I admire how you can be shameless with a straight face. You look like some untouchable prince, but underneath that suit, you’re just a rogue.”

His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering there.

Not a single compliment—just brutal honesty.

“Well, you seem to know me pretty well.”

“But I kind of like it…” Yvonne whispered, leaning in closer, her breath warm against his jaw, sending a pleasant shiver through him.

“Hm?” Marico’s dark eyes softened, gazing down at the drunken woman in his arms. “Say it again. I want to hear.”

Yvonne leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw as she spoke.

But just as Marico moved in for a kiss, she dodged away.

Teasing him—just enough to drive him wild.