Moon Lovers: Bound by Blood and Revenge

Chapter 203 Breaking The Last Strand Of His Control

Lyca and Dylan continued dancing. This time she made sure to send away those flies by sticking with him. Although she was already tipsy and drunk, she was still aware of what she was doing.

In fact, the alcohol was the one that gave her courage, or should she say… the one that influenced her to act boldly by taking Dylan away from those nuisance ladies.

This time she wanted to show those women that Dylan was her man. This man before her promised to show her his sincere heart. There was no way she would allow him to flirt and make out with those women!

? While they were dancing, Lyca didn't hesitate to express her feelings. She was upset with him. She was jealous.

"I hate you! You are a liar!" Lyca stomped her feet, hitting Dylan's foot. But for Dylan, it wasn't painful at all. It was like a bite of an ant.

"Why do you hate me? And what did I do for you to call me a liar?" Dylan asked her curiously.

He pulled her body closer as he tightened his grip on her body. His nose was sniffing her hair. She smelled so sweet. He couldn't stop himself from biting her earlobe.

Meanwhile, Lyca just buried her face on his neck. Then she softly mumbled, "You said you liked me… but you were flirting with other women. You are such a player. You loved entertaining women. If I didn't stop you,  were you going to make out with her as well? Bring her to your car and kiss her?"

Dylan fought the urge to laugh. He loved to see her getting jealous like this. He gazed at her, lifting her chin so that he would meet her eyes.

"No. I would never do that. I only want you." After saying that, Dylan leaned over to kiss her lips.

When he drew back, he whispered to her, "I will only kiss your lips…"

He was not yet satisfied by one kiss as he captured her mouth once again. Dylan was kissing her slowly and passionately.

Lyca's heart started to pound crazily inside her chest. She had to admit that she missed kissing Dylan. He was making her crave for more.

'Damn! This guy is such a great kisser… Though I love Enrique, he didn't make me feel excited like this. Why can he affect me this much? Why am I getting so attracted to him?' Lyca wondered to herself.

Before Lyca could realize it, they were already out of the dance floor. When she opened her eyes, she found out that they were already in the parking lot of the club.

She was so lost in the kiss that she hadn't noticed that Dylan already carried her out of the club.

"You are the only woman I wanna bring inside my car and make out with," Dylan cooed in her ear with a hoarse voice. He couldn't get enough of her. He felt like he was about to lose control again. Lanlan, his wolf, started to get wild inside him. His wolf was dying to mark Lyca, his human mate.

Lyca's already red face blushed further when she heard those sensual remarks from Dylan. She was reminded of their intimate moment inside her car. And that memory made her body extremely hot.

'Gosh! I never thought he's good at seducing women…' Lyca gulped hard when Dylan pushed her until her back touched the door of his car on the driver's side.

She looked around only to find out they were alone in that parking lot. The surroundings were also dark since the lights were very dim in that corner.

Dylan cornered her, trapping her in his arms. Dylan was trying his best to control his wild self that wanted to come out right now because of his burning desire towards Lyca.

"I just remember… I'm still upset because you lied to me and you met Enrique behind my back. What is your relationship with him?" Dylan confronted Lyca.

He grabbed this opportunity to interrogate her since she was drunk. He thought Lyca would be more honest with him under the influence of alcohol.

"That guy?! He is my f*cking ex-boyfriend! The guy who broke my heart!" Lyca started to vent out her frustrations about Enrique.

"I thought we were doing great as a couple! I thought he would propose to me. But who would have thought he would ask to break up with me when I tried to sleep with him! What a f*cking coward!" Lyca spoke spontaneously, clueless of the impending danger she might encounter.

Dylan's expression darkened when he heard those words from her. He was so jealous of Enrique and at the same time, he was mad at him for breaking Lyca's heart.

He could feel that Lyca was truly hurt because of that man. Lyca was in love with Enrique. He couldn't deny that fact.

'Why… Why didn't I meet you sooner?! You shouldn't have been hurt if we crossed paths sooner.' Dylan folded his fingers into a fist.

"He broke my heart but still I couldn't forget him that easily. He told me he couldn't do it. He couldn't make love with me for a reason. I asked him if he had another woman or if he loved someone else! But that bastard just answered me with "I'm sorry!". I felt like–" Lyca was not able to finish her words as Dylan already sealed her mouth with a rough kiss, stopping her from talking further.

He didn't want to hear more things about Enrique. It was just hurting his feelings.

Lyca could feel the cruel ravishment of his mouth against hers. Dylan seized her mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips. As a response, Lyca parted her lips as she succumbed to the forceful domination of his hungry mouth.

Dylan was punishing her through this kiss. But Lyca liked his aggressiveness. Her body was responding to him. She grabbed his head, pulling him for a deeper kiss.

Lyca felt like Dylan could fill the gap in her heart which was left by Enrique. She couldn't understand why she was losing control when it came to Dylan. She wanted to get wild and got more intimate with him.

Hearing the footsteps coming in, Dylan broke the kiss and said, "Get inside the car…" his voice was firm but sensual.

Opening the car door in the back passenger seat, Dylan guided Lyca inside. He pushed her and locked the car door.

Dylan's rage and jealousy were making him more aggressive. He lifted her, making her sit on his lap while facing him. Then he crushed his mouth against hers one more time, ravishing her full lips.

Lyca hooked her arms around his neck as she matched the intensity of his kiss. As they continued kissing, Dylan's hand started to rip her dress off her.

The ripping sound of the fabrics was heard inside the car along with her loud gasp. Dylan cupped her one breast while his other hand groped her bottom. She was now only wearing her underwear as her dress was already torn into pieces.

He pulled her body closer, making her lady part press against his hard bulge. Lyca could feel his erection underneath. As he deepened the kiss, Dylan was thrusting his hips upward, hitting her bottom lips.

With that action, Lyca felt an intense pleasure under her core. She became wet and throbbing. Yes! She was enjoying the feeling of his crotch under her so she also started grinding herself against him.

Dylan was on the verge of losing his self-control. All he wanted to do was claim her right here, right then.

Dylan released her mouth as his lips began to travel from her jaw down to her neck. Then he whispered something to her.

"Forget about Enrique… I can give you what he couldn't. I can fulfill your desire. I will treat you well as a woman… you deserve all my love. You deserve to be pampered by me. I will help you move on." His lips rained soft kisses on her neck, earlobe, and shoulder.

He was caressing her body as if he was exploring all her hidden parts. Then one of his hands found her breast, squeezing and kneading it hard but in a pleasurable way.

"I will satisfy you… and will make you scream my name in ecstasy until you forget about him… and all you can think of is me… Me alone." Dylan's words were filled with conviction and a hint of promise.

Lyca could only moan softly as Dylan continued to tease her breasts using his playful fingers. Then he continued thrusting upward, hitting her wet core.

"Aah~ Aah~ Yes! There… I love it… Aah~" She was moaning non-stop.

Feeling unsatisfied, Lyca's hand moved down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. "I want to feel you without these covers…" Lyca said, making Dylan break the last strand of his self-control.