One Night with My Ex-Fiancé’s Ruthless Brother
But in that quiet hallway with Leo sleeping safe behind the door, it felt inevitable.
Draxler exhaled sharply, like the contact broke something in him. He leaned in, forehead almost touching mine, then closed the last inch and kissed me — not soft, not gentle, but hungry, like he’d been holding it back since the moment I walked back into his life. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss until the water glass nearly slipped from my fingers. I kissed him back, anger and want twisting together, my body pressing against his for one long, reckless moment.
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