Chapter 67

Tyrone had switched to a Lamborghini today. The interior of the car wasn't particularly spacious.

In the driver's seat, Tyrone held Heather in his arms. He pressed her soft body against the steering wheel and kissed her deeply.

The quiet car was filled only with their amorous kissing sounds and occasional whimpering from Heather.

Trapped in Tyrone's embrace, Heather had her hand pressed against his chest. Behind her was the hard steering wheel, and in front of her was his solid, warm chest. Her entire being was enveloped in his presence.

Her lips hurt so much. She wished he could let go of her then and there.

Yet. her lips were sealed shut, making her unable to speak. She felt like she was suffocating. Realizing that Tyrone wouldn't let her go, in her desperation, she suddenly bit down hard.

"Ugh!" Tyrone grunted with a frown.

A taste of blood spread between their lips. His kissing paused for a few seconds, then suddenly intensified.

The kiss, mixed with alcohol and the taste o