A Mix-up Made Me His Enemy's Woman novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66

The air between them was thick with an unnaturally sweet, stifling heat.

Silas‘ kiss felt like a punishing claim, meant to conquer Bethany whole.

Her mind told her that she should resist, but against the unfamiliar heat surging through her body, she felt helplessly weak.

Bethany’s heart sank as she whimpered. “That broth…”

Silas felt the burning in his own body and realized the broth was indeed the problem.

“You…” His voice came out hoarse as he stared at the woman on the mattress, her face flushed and eyes hazy. “You drank the broth Jane gave you, too?”

Bethany gasped for air, her fingers fumbling with the strap that had slipped off her shoulder. Her eyes brimmed with moisture as she forced out, “I did!”

Silas understood immediately. Only his father could have ordered Jane to do this.

He propped himself up and shook his head, trying to clear his blurred vision and quiet the desire in his mind.

But Bethany felt utterly miserable, as if her long–dormant body had been set ablaze. She desperately craved the coolness of

his skin.

She tilted her head back, exposing the curve of her neck.

Silas‘ burning gaze fixed on her pale collarbone and the rise and fall of her chest beneath it.

“Do you want to continue?”

Bethany bit her lower lip, suddenly realizing how wicked this man was. At a time like this, he wanted her to admit out loud

that she wanted to do it with him.

She tasted blood on her lips as she tried to stay calm. Fighting to pull herself together, she climbed out of bed. Her feet hit the floor, but everything spun around her, and her vision doubled.

Silas‘ Adam’s apple bobbed as he clicked his tongue softly. His heated fingers caught her arm. “Sorry. I’m the one who wants

to continue.”

With that pull, Bethany tumbled back into his embrace. His kisses came down on her, forceful and unrestrained.

She closed her eyes, long lashes trembling lightly as her hands involuntarily wrapped around his neck. The air grew heavy with desire, tension ready to ignite.

A faint cedarwood scent lingered by the headboard. Bethany searched for its source and caught a glimpse of the blue aromatherapy diffuser above.

A low rumble came from Silas‘ chest. “Not even paying attention while kissing. I guess that’s my fault.”

Clothes scattered across the floor as Bethany trembled helplessly. Things spiraled beyond control as she bit her bottom lip and whimpered softly.

“T–That’s enough.”

Silas chuckled quietly and deliberately pulled open the drawer beside the bed. He tore open the wrapper with his teeth.

His voice came out rough. “It’s still early. We’ve barely started.”

Bethany could only surrender to the uncontrollable tide born from this accident.

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