Chapter 197 Good <b>Boy </b>(18)


    <b>Chapter </b><b>197 </b><b>Good </b><b>Boy </b><b>(</b>18+)


    TESSA


    Fate really had a way ofughing in my face.


    <b>At </b>the wedding, it was the cursed seat next to him. Now, here I was–pressed against a bare <b>wall</b>, in <b>a </b><b>half </b>finished house, with Rowan’s breath hot over my lips.


    I should’ve been terrified. Maybe even furious. But all I could think as my eyes darted around was how ridiculous this ce looked.


    The house was stripped down to its bones. There was no furniture in sight, no lights hanging in the living room. It honestly looked like a warehouse.


    I clicked my tongue. Is this where he was taking Zaria to?


    Rowan’s eyes didn’t move from me. That was when I realized that his gaze wasn’t just on my face. It <b>was </b>everywhere. Roaming, devouring, taking in every bare inch of me.


    Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I cursed silently. Damn it. I nearly forgot I waspletely naked. Climbing through that damned stream had also left my skin slick, glistening with water that clung in droplets along my corbone, thighs, and hair.


    I tried to y it off with a scowl, but then I caught the hungry look in his eyes.


    He cursed under his breath. “Crap. My dream is going to kill me.”


    My brows furrowed. Dream?


    Did he think I wasn’t real?


    My lips parted slightly, the question stuck in my throat.


    Then his voice dropped even lower, rough and guttural, that it made my stomach flip.


    “You’re so fucking beautiful.”


    “I don’t want to wake up,” he added.


    I pursed my lips. So, he really thought I wasn’t real. Honestly, that might be better.


    However, his arousal pressing against me was definitely not a dream. It brushed against my bare thigh, sending sparks through me that I desperately tried to ignore.


    For a split second, Zaria’s voice shed in my head like a cruel echo. “You have no idea how good he is in bed. He can ruin you with just his hands, his mouth. He knows exactly what to <i>do </i>with a body. He could make you forget everything.”


    She said those words so proudly that I wanted her to lose her ability to speak forever.


    My fists clenched, nails biting into my palms. And then, just like that, an idea so reckless, so insane sparked in my mind.


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    What <b>if </b><b>this </b><b>was </b>it?


    <b>What </b>if this were my revenge?


    If I were going back to Eternal Woods anyway… why not leave her something she could never <b>erase</b>? Something that would burn her every time she looked at him.


    <b>My </b><b>lips </b>curved, heat flooding me from the thought of turning this around.


    I let myshes flutter. “Rowan…”


    His eyes snapped to mine, his hunger bing more feral.


    I tilted my head slightly, my lips brushing close to his car, testing and teasing. “You want this, right<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    His breath hitched. I felt it against my neck.


    The rush of power hit me harder than any adrenaline had tonight. He was <b>at </b>my mercy. He didn’t even realize it, but he was.


    I smirked, tilting my hips just enough that he had to bite back a groan.


    “You want to be with me, right… puppy?”


    I didn’t know where the confidence came from, but it poured out of me like moltenva.


    Frankly, after ourst encounter, I hadn’t done it again. Not once. Not with him, not with anyone, not even with myself. My body had been on lockdown, a fortress I hadn’t dared to explore ever since Ca came crashing into my life.


    Gosh. I can’t think about my daughter right now!


    Instead, I focused my gaze on her father, shirt clinging to his chest, pupils blown wide, and lips parted as he breathed heavily.


    It appeared he still thought he was dreaming. His eyes were heavy–lidded, ssy, caught somewhere between exhaustion and desire. A man lost to instinct.


    We slipped into his bedroom, and my heart thudded hard in my chest when I caught sight of the tent straining against his pants. My lips parted in a sharp inhale, my nerves tangling with something far hungrier.


    He reached for the light switch, fumbling, and panic darted through me. If he saw my mark, this illusion would shatter. I leaned close, pressing my lips against the edge of his ear, and whispered, “You don’t want to open the lights, right? You don’t want to wake up.”


    A groan ripped from his throat. His chest expanded, rising and falling.


    “Good boy,” I murmured, the words rolling off my tongue before I could stop them.


    His groan deepened, vibrating through the air between us.


    The room was warmer than the rest of the house, the heat wrapping around us in a suffocating nket. I


    2/3 knew I’d regret that warmthter, because it was going to get hot in ways that had nothing to do with the


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    temperature<b>. </b>


    “Lay <b>down</b>.<b>” </b>I told him, my <b>voice </b>steady despite the trembling that burned beneath <b>my </b><b>skin</b>.


    He <b>obeyed </b>like he had no choice. It appeared like my words were chains around his wrists <b>and </b><b>ankles</b>.


    The bed dipped beneath his weight, creaking slightly as he sprawled back. I climbed onto the edge cautiously, my naked skin meeting the cool sheets, my heart hammering. For a split second, <b>I </b>felt <b>the </b>fragility of my own inexperience creeping back. What was I doing?


    But then Rowan’s hand shot out, tugging me forward, dragging me down until my bare body was pressed against his clothed one. My thighs caged his hips, the hardness beneath his pants grinding against <b>me </b>through the thin barrier of fabric. A strangled sound slipped from my lips before I could bite it back.


    His mouth crashed into mine, desperate and consuming, and suddenly my nerves went up in mes. His kiss wasn’t careful. It was rough, hungry, like he’d been starving for years, and I was finally the <b>feast</b>.


    “Shit,” he growled against my lips, his hand gripping the back of my head. “This taste…” His tongue brushed mine, coaxing a moan from my chest. “Addicting.”


    Every drag of his lips felt like he was drinking me down, like I was something he wanted to devour, to consume until nothing was left. His teeth scraped my bottom lip, tugging, pulling, making me arch against him. My body betrayed me, wetness pooling where I swore I wouldn’t let it, heat building until <b>I </b>couldn’t think.


    Rowan shifted beneath me, rolling his hips up, and the friction made my head fall back with a gasp. He didn’t waste a second, mouth diving to my neck, teeth grazing skin, lips sucking hard enough to bruise. My body burned where he touched, where he pressed, where he imed.


    Each sound that slipped from him–groans, curses, broken breaths–only pushed me further.


    But as his hand trailed lower, skimming my waist, edging toward my thigh, a chill cut through the fire. Reality slithered in, unwee but unignorable.


    I had his body under mine. I had his control. I had his hunger. But with every second, I felt something slipping out of my grip.


    His lips left my neck, swollen and wet, his chest heaving beneath mine. Our breaths tangled in the air between us.


    And that was when it hit me that I’d opened Pandora’s box. And I sure as hell don’t know if I could close it again tonight.