Chapter 25: His Tight Hold

Kourtney felt her cheeks flush deeper as she realized the implications of their current position. She was seated on his lap with his arms encircling her waist, and the intensity of his gaze was undeniable. She immediately struggled to get off him, but the man just wouldn't budge. He held her tightly against him.

“Mr Woods, I beg you to let me go now.”

“Why the rush? We're a married couple, after all. What's wrong about sitting on me?” he rasped.

Sebastian's tone was defensive, and he continued to hold her with an iron grip in a possessive manner. Even his usually composed expression was replaced by a flicker of something more primal. There was a burning heat evident in his eyes.

Kourtney, on the other hand, was flustered and conflicted, her face a deep shade of crimson red. She wriggled in his embrace, desperately trying to free herself.

’This man! How much more petty can you get!’ she thought.

Meanwhile, Sebastian's body, against his better judgment, responded to the close proxi