All Chapters of You Are Mine : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“That’s a hit!”The caddie’s shout carries across the wide green, his small frame sprinting down the slope to retrieve the ball. The boy is flushed with excitement, his voice echoing faintly in the stillness of the afternoon.Lance doesn’t acknowledge him. His posture remains poised, his shoulders squared, the steel of the club catching the golden sunlight as he lowers it slowly to his side. A faint breeze ruffles his hair, dark at the edges when the sun touches it, though his expression remains carved in stone.The golf course is immaculate, a sweep of green velvet that seems endless. Manicured lawns ripple with the faint whisper of the wind. Beyond the course, tall pines border the horizon, their shadows stretching long and dark. Somewhere far off, a fountain gurgles, the sound swallowed by distance.It is a private club—exclusive, quiet, where only the wealthy and powerful gather. Even here, among men who control cities and women draped in designer silks, Lance Vallerand stands apa

Lance doesn’t move when she sees him. He doesn’t need to. He leans against the counter, relaxed, as though he’s been waiting hours for her return. The kitchen light gilds his jaw, his dark eyes gleaming with the smug patience of a man who’s never had to chase what belongs to him. “You thought you could vanish?” Lance’s voice is smooth, almost lazy, but beneath it coils something dangerous.Lance doesn’t move when she sees him. He doesn’t need to.He stands in her kitchen like he belongs there, leaning one broad shoulder against the counter, a glass of water loose in his hand. The light above casts a pale glow over his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the gleam of his eyes—those piercing, merciless eyes that strip her bare the second they meet hers.Adrianna freezes in the doorway, plastic bags dangling from her hands. The sharp edges of beer bottles clink against each other inside, a fragile sound that somehow makes the silence heavier.Her breath stutters. Every caref

The sound that erupts from him is sharp, jagged, uncontainable.“Ran?” His voice rises, raw and violent. “You think running solves anything?”Adrianna flinches, her back pressing harder into the door. His fury is a storm unleashed, and she feels like a fragile leaf caught in the winds.“Do you know what it was like?” Lance’s voice shakes—not from weakness, but from years of buried rage finally clawing its way free. “Do you know what I went through while you were gone? Three years locked in a cell, Adrianna. Three years rotting while my name was spat on, while my family was destroyed.”His eyes blaze, and his hands clench so tight his knuckles whiten. “And all the while I asked myself—why? What did I do to you? What did I ever do to your family to deserve that betrayal?”Adrianna sobs harder, her voice small against his roar. “It wasn’t me, Lance. I didn’t—”“Don’t you dare!” he snaps, cutting her off. “Don’t you dare pretend you had no power. You were the one who signed those papers.

The corner of Lance’s mouth twitches, the faintest trace of approval. He leans back, watching her, studying her as if measuring the weight of her words.But then—something shifts.His gaze lowers. Slowly. From her face to her throat. To the light blouse stretched across her chest. Her breath quickens as she feels the weight of his eyes, heavy, deliberate.She notices, too late, the way the cold air in the room has betrayed her—the subtle hardening of her nipples against the thin fabric.Heat flares in her cheeks. She grabs for her jacket on the sofa beside her, clutching it to her chest. “Don’t.” Her voice is a whisper, desperate.“Stop.”The command halts her. His tone is sharp, brooking no argument.Her chest heaves. Her fingers clutch the jacket tighter, but she doesn’t move. She can’t.Lance’s voice drops lower, rougher, the kind of tone that vibrates in the air between them. “You know what I want right now?”Her heart pounds. “Lance—”“I want one thing.” His gaze locks onto hers,

Her eyes are wet, her lips swollen. She shakes her head slowly, a tear slipping free. “No.”That single word unleashes him.He thrusts inside in one powerful stroke, burying himself deep. She cries out, her back arching against the wall, her legs wrapping around his hips by instinct. The stretch is unbearable and intoxicating, pain mixing with pleasure until she can’t tell them apart.“Fuck,” he groans into her neck, his hands gripping her thighs like he’ll never let go. “So tight… always so damn tight.”Her fingers clutch his shoulders desperately, digging into his skin. “Lance—ahh—”He pulls back and drives into her again, harder, deeper. The wall rattles with the force. Her moans spill out, uncontrolled, and he silences them with his mouth, kissing her like he wants to consume every sound she makes.His pace builds, relentless, each thrust stealing her breath, shaking her to the core. Her tears smear across his cheek as he kisses her, tasting salt and need.“ Your body—” he slams i