Chapter 51 Traces of IntimKY
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I felt my pulse jump as Yvette locked me in place, ber face way too close, lips cutling into an uncharacteristic smirk as her grip tightened on my w breach brothed my cheek.
Have you completely fast I snapped, trying to those her off, but she had me pinned, her legs wrapped nightly around me, the strength of a vice, she let out a low laugh, not even phased. with one quick ment, the ran her hand down my law, and I felt the blood drain from my face,
“vveme, get a grip! Ären’t you the one always calling me a country bumpkin? So, why are you so worked up met me now? Acence you worried you’ll end up being a bumpkin too? 1 shouted. desperate m krock some sense into her.
“And anyway, haven’t you always thought I was useless Can’t even let a ‘nobody‘ like me po? If wood gets out, where’s your pride going to hide? I tried using reverse psychology to stap
her out of it
- Instead, she let out a cold laugh. “You go around bragging about Înting some pr
Innocent vagin, and now you say I can’t utisfy you? What pride do I have left to
But she wasn’t buying H. Im
Before I could expand, she leaned in and bit my neck hard. The i shot thuigh me, and i velped, tears welling up. “Ave you crazy? Stop biting me! She ignored me, pressing forward, bet, lips moving relentlessly ankomst mine. Then, with one swift motion, the tore open my shirt. Her breathing was beary, her voice hoarse. “Stop wasting
Achill ran thì ởugh me, and 1 frore, torn between anger and panic. Her actions weren’t just impulsive–they were intense, and she seemed deader on following through. But I knew her beart will belonged to Raval. This would only leave her Billed with repet
“Lock, you don’t even want this–you’re just drugged, aliight? This is the drug talking, not you. The man you love is Banda Don’t do something you’ll regret
1 epalibre’t help but think back to my past lite—how one impulsive decision had ruined everything on our wedding anniversary, I’d ralien advantage of her when sh shartered out belationship beyond repair. This time, no matter what, I couldn’t let husy repeat itsell
she was drunk,
and in
It was all Alex’s fault for orchestrating this ridiculous scenario, the already looked down on me, and now, with the added effect of whatever drug was in her system, if something happened between us she’d wake up bating me even more and never forgive me.
Her eyes flashed with Tury, but beneath it, I caught a glimpse of uncertainty. For a split second, she seemed to hesitate, but that fierce resolve returned as the salt. “We’re married, and
I’m not haining an allan, so you’re not allowed to cheat on me as well. Otherwise, don’t blame me for breaking your legs.”
My heart skipped a beat as I stared straight into her deep, slightly crazed eyes. Her serious demwance made it seem like she was genuinely determined to uphold this marriage without
But I knew better. I had been born, and the memory of her infatuation with Randall from my past life was still vivid as if it had happened just yesterday
Irefused to back down. “Yeme, what happened to your knowledge of the law? I have every tight in refuse your demands. If you forre me, that’s assaule. And if you hit me, that’s intentional
11l have you häuded in for tea with the copsi no time.”
She laughed bimarty, ber eyes gleaming with a strange light. “Fine. Then I might as well enjoy myself tonight, so you’ll have no evidence to present tomorrow. Besides, a woman even be
harged with assaulting a man? Ar most, it just be harassment!
flared within me, and just as I was about to snapback, she silenced me abruptly her lips crashing down on mine with starting force. Her grip on my chin was füm, her strength verwhelming, as she compelled me to respond to her ki.
as even bodes. Panicked, I began to struggle, pounding at her and dumbling blindly across the bed until my fingers clined around my phone. Wi
Without hauration, I swung an ar
head
on the keked up
me, blood trickling from her forehead. She wiped is away, her expression morphing into something frighteningly predatory, as though the were about
My Kumar jonnded in dear
13 was abouur nesprak, shenollapsed onto me, unconsciousL
vverte!” | posted her aff and the gash on her field, bloodrill dipping Amix of golt and frustration welled up inside me. That hit had been too hard, but she had brought it on
Looking at her unconscious form the right front face, Inalized och sell–commol she must have used earlier. I noticed the unnatural flush in her skin, a clear sign she had Thatredy deed, carried her into the Beth, and began to strategie is my head “Yvette, you two mich. When we get divorced, I’m going to make sure you pay up—at least a
to a reasonable temperatore, got back intobed, and fell asleep
s padrest awake by a dunce tal lock, tumlding off the bed. I sat up incostinion “What’s going on? Heartlake?” asked greply
Mataling berbode juer was Tyente, already dressed immacul
her fare try mung totovar someone solidt lies eyes, however, were bright and clear, suggesting she was back to her usual
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it Twente down, I might as well stay dows. Life windld be better il car wind with the low
ad mock! Bodrane upright, I grabbed on phone and checked the time. It was ahead 10:00 am
to head in for the alienon. Then folledios todles, “Teuplowing theat soul
Dajmer 51 Traces of beinac,
Yvette glanced at me with her inscrutable gaze and said coolly, “He deserved it.
I was speechless, thinking I should’ve looked her out last night.
Alex, mistaking the situation as some playful couple banter, blushed slightly. Yvette, www, added schy, “And don’t ever try feeding me anything strange again, or you won’t see the
