Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 114

Darren’s lips closed around her sensitive earlobe, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

“Charlotte, admit you can’t live without me. Admit these past few days have just been a game—playing hard to get. All you have to do is say it…”

His voice grew even rougher, thick with desire. “And I’ll have you.”

“Have me?” she echoed, her tone sharp.

Tomorrow, he was supposed to marry another woman. Yet here he was, behind his bride-to-be’s back, pressed against his ex-wife in a hotel room, their bodies tangled and breathless.

Her throat burned, dry and raw, but she managed a mocking smile. “How many times do I have to say it, Darren? I don’t want you anymore. Even loving you once is the biggest regret of my life.”

He let out a low, derisive laugh. “Still keeping up that act?”

His hand slid lower, and he chuckled, triumphant. “Your body’s a lot more honest than your mouth.”

A sharp tearing sound split the silence.

Cold air rushed across her bare skin as the bright lamplight revealed every flushed, trembling inch of her body.

Every curve was traced in gold, every line a temptation.

His eyes darkened, hungry. “Charlotte…”

He lifted her leg, and without another word, claimed her mouth. This time, he didn’t hesitate.

In the moment he took possession of her, Charlotte’s mind went utterly blank.

The final barrier she’d held onto shattered completely.

No… Darren…

Every protest died in her throat, trapped behind lips that could only gasp for air.

He kissed her until she couldn’t breathe, until her senses dissolved in a haze of heat and confusion.

Three hours passed in a feverish, relentless blur.

When it was over, Charlotte lay limp on the bed, her mind an empty wasteland.

Her nerves finally quieted, but the exhaustion was bone-deep—she couldn’t even lift her fingers.

At the edge of the bed, Darren looked more alive than ever.

She couldn’t let him go. She needed him—he was sure of it.

That thought soothed whatever irritation lingered in his chest.

He traced her tightly pressed lips with his thumb, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “Good girl. No more tantrums. Get some sleep tonight.”

With a final glance at his watch, he frowned, apparently deciding it was late enough.

Without another word, he stood and left.

Charlotte stared at the closed door, her pale lips moving soundlessly.

Darren… bastard…

No sound came out.

But less than five minutes after Darren left, the hotel’s fire alarm blared, shrill and urgent.

Outside, someone pounded on her door. “Ma’am, please come out! There’s a fire—follow us to the emergency exit right away!”