When Love Turns Dangerous novel Chapter 133

Tara shook her head. It wasn't anything tiring.

They were only walking, but Soren's breathing grew heavy as if he had waited a long time for this day.

As soon as they entered the villa, he shut the door behind them. He then pinned her against it and kissed her without restraint.

He kissed her until she was unable to think straight. She was completely unable to stop the deepening of his kisses. He carried her upstairs and closed the bedroom door.

The man before Tara had utterly lost control of himself. She looked at the bra forcibly torn and tossed on the floor—that one was a goner too.

Even deep into the night, Soren remained insatiable. He deliberately left the bedside lamp on so that he could see her clearly at every moment. Obviously, the way she looked under the light only made him more tender and out of control.

Tara only had fragmented memories of that night. He was far more relentless than she had expected.

When she woke up in his arms, Soren was already awake and was watching her with a soft smile while his hands wandered around her body.

Embarrassed, Tara pulled his hand away and threw off the blanket. She was about to get out of bed when, with one stretch of his arm, she fell back into his embrace again.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

She was utterly drained of all strength and sore all over. "I need to get up."

"Let's eat lunch here later," Soren said in a low and husky voice.

Tara immediately blushed. She had eaten dinner in his arms just last night.

"I want to eat downstairs."

Soren wrapped his arms around her, refusing to let go for a long time before finally agreeing. He was the one who helped her into the nightgown. No matter what she said, he wouldn't let her do it herself.

All day long, Soren clung to her.

Late that night, in the unlit lounge, Soren was kissing Tara's neck. The sound of the couch hitting the wall echoed in her ears.

Soren looked up, his voice hoarse as he asked her something she couldn't even bear to hear.

The dream Tara once had in Bayheaven Villa suddenly resurfaced in her mind, and now it overlapped with reality. She found it strange, but then again, too many bizarre, unbelievable things had already happened to her.

A month flew by in a flash, and she hadn't spent a single day apart from Soren. Compared to Jonah, Lance, and Shawn, Soren was far less career-driven. And with his father holding down the fort at the company, he had much more free time on his hands.

Now, Tara actually wished he would get busier. Back when she was with Lance, he had also tried his best not to be apart from her. But even then, he was often holed up in the study, busy with video conferences and work.

Soren, however, devoted every moment to her. It was overwhelming for her, to say the least.

Photos of her and Soren taken by passersby had stirred up buzz online, but Tara didn't see the news until a month later. It wasn't because her phone hadn't sent any notifications. No, the reason lay entirely with Soren.

Every time she picked up her phone to scroll, he would come over and run his hands all over her. He was so distracting that she couldn't keep reading.

Soren seemed to love how sensitive she was and would often lose control because of it.

By the third month together, one day, while Tara was sitting at the dining table drinking juice, Soren's phone rang.

He answered the phone lazily. "Hello, Lance."

Tara froze mid-sip, then acted as if she heard nothing. During this time, Soren had never met with any of the other three men. That gave her a great sense of relief.

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