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Chapter 61: The Embers and the Ice
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Winning Her Back Chapter 61: The Embers and the Ice
The air hung thick with the scent of lemon polish and the lingering trace of his cologne, cedar, spice, and something darker, more possessive. It clung to my skin, a phantom caress that made my stomach clench. My body felt leaden, bruised not physically, but deep within, every muscle humming with a searing, shameful echo.His hands. Rough and demanding, pinning mine above my head against the cool silk sheets. The searing heat of his skin branding mine. The possessive weight of him, claiming, conquering. The low growl against my ear, not of affection, but of raw, undeniable ownership: "Mine. Always mine. Feel how you burn for me, Lila. Your body doesn't lie."He’d been relentless. A calculated tempest of dominance and devastating seduction. Every touch, every searing kiss, every deliberate thrust had been orchestrated to shatter my resistance, to prove his point: that beneath the anger, the defiance, I was still his creature. That my treacherous body craved his touch with an intensity
Winning Her Back Chapter 60: Claimed
The kiss was not soft. It was not sweet. It was a crash. A fierce, desperate crashing together of lips and tongues that ignited a fire smoldering low in my stomach. He tasted of whiskey and Ethan, that unique, overwhelming combination that was both familiar and horribly addictive. His hands, large and commanding, encircled my waist and pulled me hard against the unyielding length of him nudging against his pants. My towel, already precarious, fell farther.I met his intensity with mine. My fingers trembled with desire and adrenaline as they wrestled with the buttons of his suit jacket, pushing it roughly off his wide shoulders. It fell to the ground, discarded. My focus narrowed to the starched white shirt beneath. I tore at the buttons, my nails scraping gently over the burning skin of his chest as fabric parted. The hard planes of muscle, the sprinkling of black hairs, the rapid fall and rise of his chest, I mapped it greedily with my hands, the feel of him in my palms igniting a sp
Winning Her Back Chapter 59: Mine
He was here.Ethan.Not lingering in the lobby like a visitor. Not haunting the hallway like a specter. He was here. Sitting in the chair by the window. My chair, a high-backed armchair in the corner, and he was sitting in it like he belonged. Like he had the right. Like he owned the air.He was still in the charcoal suit he had worn for the gallery opening, though his tie was loose and sinuous, and the top button of his pugnaciously pointed white shirt was open, exposing his tan throat. One leg was crossed over the other, holding a crystal whiskey glass of amber liquid, whiskey probably, that shook precariously on his outstretched hand. He wasn't looking at the door; his gaze had shifted to the blank wall opposite him, or some distant place in his mind, his face utterly vacant in the pale, hour-late light that came thin and cold through the curtains. A statue of shadow and stifled rage.He'd heard me. The tiny gasp that wrenched out of my throat, the sudden quiet of my bare feet on
Winning Her Back Chapter 58: The Cleansed Cage
The silence in Julian's car after the gallery was a tangible thing, weighted with the residue of pretended intimacy and Ethan's burning rage. Streetlights illuminated the dashboard, tracing fleeting patterns on Julian's tense face. My own fists were curled in my lap, the emerald silk now a uniform I couldn't shed quickly enough. The adrenaline which had fueled my icy demeanor was seeping away, replacing it with a hollow shiver and the spectral blush of Ethan's jealous stare branded on my flesh.Julian navigated the familiar streets to Blackwell mansion's gilded cage. He'd been quiet since we'd left the gallery's electrically charged atmosphere, his eyes on the road but single-minded, yet I could feel the weight of his concern radiating from him. When the dark shape of the house loomed in sight, he spoke finally, his voice low and gravelly."Lila," he began, coasting smoothly up the drive. He cut the engine, plunging us into darkness almost total except for the soft glow of the porch.
Winning Her Back Chapter 57: Jealous eyes and smirking faces
He stood in the gallery doorway, immaculately attired in a charcoal suit that hugged his broad shoulders. His face was its usual mask of cool reserve, but his eyes… His eyes cast across the room like an animal, fixed on us. On me in Julian's arms, in the dress that shouted rebellion. On Julian's hand on my back, possessive and unapologetic.The mask slipped. For a moment. A burst of clean, untainted surprise, followed by a wave of darkness that swept over his face. His jaw clenched, a muscle twitching in his cheek. His eyes, when at last they met mine across the room, weren't cold remoteness now. They were a storm of rage, jealousy, and something else, something primal and possessive that stole my breath. It was a look that incinerated the carefully constructed ice over my heart, igniting a lethal flash of recognition. The chemistry between us, always liable to explode, now crackled like live electrical wires through the air between us, thick with betrayal and an inescapable, hateful
Winning Her Back Chapter 56: The Gallery of Whispers
The silence in Julian’s house was thick, charged with the weight of the pact we’d sealed downstairs. The soft cotton sheets felt alien, the faint scent of his cedarwood cologne lingering in the air a constant reminder of the dangerous game we’d initiated. Sleep was impossible. My head spun, reenacting Ethan's icy disdain, the ethereal scent of her perfume, the stomach-churning sounds from my bedroom, and now, Julian's harsh honesty, his arms around me, a rope tossed into choppy waters. Operation Make Ethan Jealous was not just a ruse; it was balancing on a high wire over a pit of vipers.Morning dawned, grey and tentative. Julian knocked softly, bearing coffee and a quiet resolve. "We need to make a statement," he told me, his tone measured but focused. "Something public. Something he cannot disregard.""The Delacroix opening," I replied, the name rising up from the haze of society openings Ethan had usually dragged me to. "Tonight. He will be attending. Blackwell Industries is a patr
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