On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 17

The sound of tearing fabric mingled with the rush of water. Her pale lavender bra was exposed to his hungry gaze. Her skin, flushed pink from the drug, glistened under the spray. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in hot pants.

Lance was already on the edge. He let out a ragged groan. He knew this was her scheme, but he was powerless to resist. He didn't know what she had given him, but it felt like his insides were on fire.

With a guttural roar, he pulled her flush against his chest, only the thin lace of her bra separating their heated skin. Steam filled the small space, and the water traced paths down her long neck, over the curve of her breasts, and into the valley between them.

A frantic, desperate energy pulsed between them.

“What are you doing?” she protested feebly as he moved against her.

Once, twice, three times. His patience snapped. Lance was normally a man of restraint, their weekly encounters something Jessica eagerly anticipated. But she had drugged him, she knew what was coming, and still she played games.

He grabbed both her flailing hands in one of his and pinned them against the wall. A soft moan escaped her lips. His eyes were bloodshot as he crushed his mouth to hers.

At the last second, she turned her head, and his kiss grazed her cheek.

He gritted his teeth, his voice a low snarl. “Stop playing games, Jessica. It’s getting old.”

The drug had all but consumed her consciousness. She felt so sick, so needy. She instinctively pressed herself closer to him.

He laughed, a cold, harsh sound. He lifted her by the hips, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Hold on tight.”

He carried her out of the bathroom. Her eyes were glazed over, her body pliant in his arms. He gently laid her on the bed. “Say my name.”

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