Damian Sinclair still didn't speak or move, just stared heavily at Bella Acker.
Bella Acker felt a bit intimidated by his gaze. She tentatively raised her other hand and waved it in front of him, saying, "Damian, are you drunk? Do you still recognize who I am?"
Suddenly, Damian grabbed her wrist, forcefully pressing her against the wall of the cubicle, lowering his head to kiss her lips intensely.
His kiss was impatient and rough, more like biting than kissing.
"Ouch." Bella Acker's lip was bitten, causing her to gasp in pain.
The taste of blood quickly spread between their mouths, somewhat salty and bitter.
However, Damian didn't stop because of this. Instead, like a beast finally catching the scent of blood, he steadily held Bella Acker's shoulder with one hand, clamped her wrists with the other, fixing her hands above her head, deepening this rough kiss further.
