บททั้งหมดของ illegal Wife by Accident: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The air in the room grew thick, as if the temperature had suddenly risen. Maddox’s breath grazed my skin, and his hands, firm and steady, still held my face with a gentleness that contrasted with the intensity in his gaze. There was no escape. I didn’t want one. His forehead remained pressed against mine, and the slight tremor in his breath told me everything I needed to know. Maddox was losing control. And I… I was enjoying it. “This shouldn’t be happening,” he whispered, his voice rough, laden with an internal battle. I slid my hands down his neck, feeling the tension in his muscles, the way his entire body seemed to restrain itself with every heartbeat. “Then tell me to stop,” I murmured, my lips mere inches from his. He didn’t. Instead, his grip tightened. Maddox slowly pushed me against the wall, his body inching closer until the heat between us became unbearable. His nose brushed against mine, and his ragged breath enveloped me before he finally surrendered. H

The roadside motel where we took refuge was old, with flickering hallway lights and an eerie silence in the air. Just being there reminded me of what we had left behind—the chase that still haunted us, and, most of all, the unbearable tension burning between Maddox and me. But this time, I wasn’t going to sit around waiting for him to decide what he wanted to do with me. I wasn’t a piece in his game. I was the one holding the board. And if he wasn’t going to make a move… then I would. --- The motel bathroom was small, with a fogged-up mirror and the distant creak of pipes. I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection, trying to cool the heat on my skin, but it was useless. Then the door opened. Max. His silhouette filled the doorway, his gaze locked onto mine as he shut the door behind him with calculated slowness. His presence consumed everything. The air grew thick. He didn’t speak at first—just watched me. And I did the same. Max wasn’t like Maddox.

The roar of the engine shattered the silence of the deserted road, and the speed at which Dax was driving made me grip the edge of my seat. The tension still buzzing between us was buried under a far more pressing reality: someone was following us."How many?" Dax asked, gripping the steering wheel with a dark expression.Maddox’s voice came through the communicator."At least three cars. Armed."My chest tightened."Who are they?""Not Khalid," Maddox replied. "They’re worse."That simple phrase was enough to make my skin prickle.Dax didn’t ask questions. He pressed the accelerator harder, and the road began to blur with speed. But the reflection of headlights in the rearview mirror told me we weren’t the only ones moving."They’re gaining on us," I murmured, feeling the adrenaline start to take over my body.Dax smirked, that wild grin that only appeared when things got dangerous."Let them try."The first bullet struck the rear of the car.The sound of metal being pierced was like

Maddox’s eyes opened slowly, heavy with sleep, but his gaze sharpened the moment he found me so close. I didn’t move. Neither did he. The air between us was dense, charged with electricity. My lips were slightly parted, my breath held, while his was deep, as if he were battling something within himself. For a moment, I thought he was going to do something. That he would close the distance, that his hand would move to my waist, that he would give in to what was written in his gaze. But Maddox always knew how to control the fire. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a rough sigh before rolling onto his back, moving just far enough for the cold to replace his warmth. "Sleep, Amalia," he murmured in a husky voice, almost a whisper. I felt a wave of frustration crash through my chest. It wasn’t the first time he had done this. He would get close, touch me without touching me, look at me as if he were doomed… and then he would pull away, as if afraid of what might h

The air inside the house felt stifling, heavy with something more than just the warmth of the fireplace. It was an electrifying tension that no one seemed willing to break, an undercurrent that kept us all trapped in the moment. Maddox still held my face in his hand, his eyes tracing over me with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. The pressure of his thumb against my jaw wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t gentle either. It was a silent warning. Dax had leaned back on the couch, his sharp gaze gleaming with dark amusement. Max, on the other hand, hadn’t moved, but the tightness in his jaw spoke louder than any words. The frantic drumming in my chest grew louder as Maddox leaned in just a little more. His breath grazed my lips. For a second, I thought he was going to do it. That he was finally going to break the invisible barrier between us. But then, the sound of a gunshot echoed in the distance. Reality crashed over us like a wave of ice. Maddox reacted first. He let g