All Chapters of Kiss me : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

 LouiseThe door slams upstairs.Silence.Dinner was a disaster. Thomas knows something's going on, even if he can't prove it yet. I saw it in his eyes. That icy glint, that silent calculation. He watches, he waits. He'll eventually piece the puzzle together.And I have to keep control.I breathe deeply, placing my fork down carefully. Across from me, Noah and Adrien exchange a glance. They say nothing, but I can feel their tension, that barely concealed anticipation."That went better than expected," Noah finally says with a sly smile.I frown."You call that 'better than expected'?"He shrugs, amused."He didn't explode. He could have overturned the table and demanded explanations on the spot. Now he'll go brood in his corner. That buys us time."I open my mouth, but Adrien interrupts:"That doesn't mean we're in the clear."His voice is graver, more serious. He looks at me, and

 LouiseMy blood runs cold.Thomas isn't joking.He looks at us with that clinical coldness, that air of absolute judgment. He's always been methodical, relentless. But now, he's far worse. Because he feels betrayed.Adrien tightens his grip on my hand, his body tensed to the extreme. I can almost hear his heart pounding."Dad, you're not going to do this," Noah intervenes, his voice more hesitant than he'd like.Thomas doesn't even glance his way."Stay out of this, Noah.""Do you realize you're saying you want to... kill us?!" Adrien almost chokes on the last word.I don't have time to wait for an answer.My instinct screams run.I grab Adrien and pull sharply. His body reacts before his brain registers. We bolt towards the back of the house."FUCK!"Thomas explodes and comes after us.We tear through the hallway, our feet slapping on the parquet. My heart is pounding fit

 LouiseThe smell of blood turns my stomach.Thomas is there, just inches away. His gaze burns, filled with that mixture of anger and satisfaction that makes me want to flee. Behind me, Noah is frozen, features tense. Adrien, too weak, simply struggles to breathe."We've gone too far..." I murmur, eyes fixed on Thomas.His gaze darkens."You ran from me, Louise."I swallow."You wanted to kill me, you still want to kill me."A pause. Then he sketches a smile, one of those smiles that has always chilled me."And you think you can survive without me?"His fingers close around my wrist. It's not a brutal gesture, but it's unyielding. An invisible cage.I know what he's waiting for.So I play my card.I move closer slowly, my fingers gliding over his chest, sticky with sweat and blood. My heart pounds. I hate him. I hate him more than anything. But if he still believes I'm his, maybe

 LouiseThe air is heavy, saturated with dust and a scent that belongs to him. A mix of cold tobacco and sweat, steeped in contained violence. Thomas is there, before me, his burning gaze anchored in mine, and I already know I won't be able to escape him.He approaches, slowly, too slowly. Each step resonates in my gut like a war drum. He sizes me up, his dark eyes watching for the slightest quiver, the slightest flaw."Look at me," he murmurs.I remain silent. My legs want to step back, but I stay still. He doesn't want a flight. He wants submission.His finger glides along my jaw, caresses the curve of my neck, brushes my shoulder."You're trembling."It's true.An uncontrollable shiver runs through me as his hand moves up, seizes the back of my neck in a firm, possessive grip."This is what I want," he breathes against my skin. "For you to remember me. What I am to you."His breath is burning, his

LouiseHe doesn't move. Not right away, after having fucked me savagely. His breath is there, heavy, ragged, suspended between my throat and my breasts. Each breath he tears from his lungs scrapes against my skin, makes me shiver. He is everywhere. His weight crushes me, imprisons me, anchors me to this reality where nothing exists anymore but him. But us.I feel his heart pounding, violent, frantic, against my chest. Like a wounded animal gasping for air. His arms tremble around me, but he refuses to let go. He refuses to let me escape.I slide a hesitant hand into his hair, trembling fingers against his burning neck. His sweat-damp strands stick to my palm. He shivers under my touch, stiffens as if this simple contact tears at his skin. But he doesn't pull away. Not this time."Thomas..." I breathe, my voice broken, scraped raw by emotion.He growls. A hoarse, guttural sound that vibrates all the way to my bones. He buries his face deeper into the hollow of my neck, his mouth grazin