Semua Bab His Reluctant Bride: Contracted To My Enemy : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Liora“Quite hungry, aren't you?” His hoarse laugh was the last thing I remembered before his lips crashed against mine, but I had to admit that it felt so amazing. So amazingly wrong and yet so good. So good that It had no right to feel this good, not with this man. The kiss was sloppy and wet, and I hated how much I was enjoying it, how my body writhed against his, and I couldn't believe how much I needed this. It felt obscene. However, it ended just as quickly as it started. His hands hovered just inches from me, like he didn’t want to touch without permission, even now. His breath was warm against my skin, his knuckles ghosting the curve of my waist. And yet… he still hadn’t moved.And that made me want to taunt him.“You’re all talk,” I said softly, smug even, thinking I had him right where I wanted. “I knew it. You freeze when it really counts.”His head tilted, and for a second, something flickered in his eyes, something dark. Not anger exactly… something heavier.“That's s

Liora“It's none of your business, and get back inside!” he snapped in a voice colder than I’d heard in a long time then the door slammed shut behind him.I stood there, staring at the door, half-expecting him to walk back in and say he didn’t mean it.But the silence that followed told me he wasn’t coming back.And I didn’t even know how to feel.I should’ve been pissed. On a normal day, I would’ve flipped, thrown something, maybe shouted after him. After all he doesn't get to decide if I go inside or not! But right now, I just… couldn’t.Because my head was still spinning.The way he held that woman. The way she screamed.Who was she?I was sure I’ve never seen her before,Yet she came at me like I’d stolen her life. There was something unhinged about the way she moved, screaming, her voice cracking with something too raw to be fake. I mean I’d barely made it halfway down the stairs when her eyes locked on me like I was some kind of demon, and next thing I knew, she was lunging lik

Tristan She was halfway to the door when she stopped.Then slowly, she turned to face me with that drawn face, that high chin, eyes dark with something sharp and simmering.“I have a question for you,” she said, loud enough to slice through the silence.I didn’t answer right away. Just watched her.The way her fingers curled into fists at her sides.The way her chest lifted slightly, like she was daring herself not to back out.I leaned back in my seat, rested my arm along the chair, and nodded once.“Go ahead and ask.”She took two steps toward the table. Didn’t sit like I expected her to. Just stayed standing like she needed the height to keep her pride intact.“Why were you here this morning?” she asked flatly. “In that room. In that bed. In that shower. When you clearly left the house last night.”Her jaw clenched. Her eyes narrowed just a bit, flicking to my mouth, then back up to my eyes like she didn’t mean to.I raised an eyebrow. “I live here. So I believe I have the right t

LioraThat night, I was already in bed, lying on my side and chatting with Jasmine about the cleaners mostly because I had nothing better to do. And also because… well, I had more than enough money now to get the entire street cleaned if I wanted.I was just about to send a sticker when the bathroom door opened.Tristan stepped out, towel wrapped low around his waist, damp hair falling over his forehead like some scene out of a movie no one asked for. He didn’t even glance my way, just walked toward the closet with that usual calm that screamed ‘I know exactly what I’m doing to you.’My eyes flicked back to my phone.Totally fine. I wasn’t watching. I wasn’t.Until he came back out… wearing only his boxers.And my traitorous eyes?Yeah. They locked in.On his abs. The way they flexed when he moved. On the muscles in his thighs. On,God. Even my eyes dared to drop lower. Traitors.He cleared his throat.I blinked, caught, and nearly choked on my own saliva.“Right. Okay. Bed. Sleep,” I

LioraHis mouth crashed into mine.Hard. Hungry. Like he was done pretending.There was no hesitation, just heat. His lips bruised into mine, teeth grazing, tugging. I gasped, and he swallowed it greedily, like he wanted to taste every sound I wasn’t supposed to make.And God, his tongue.It slid against mine, demanding and slick, dragging a low hiss from my throat before I could stop it. He kissed like a man with something to prove like he’d been starved and finally got his hands on what he wanted. Each motion was hot and wet, sucking, biting, devouring like he knew exactly how to undo me.Damn…He’s still a very good kisser.Too good.Too good I didn’t want to think about that. About who I was kissing. About all the reasons I should’ve shoved him off and stormed out.But I didn’t.I couldn’t.His hand gripped my waist, pulling me closer until there was nothing but heat between us. I wrapped one leg around his torso, shamelessly, instinctively dragging him deeper into the kiss, grind