Betrayed? I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260

I’d barely gotten the words out when he pushed open the door to 2201. His expression was utterly serious. “Come in and discuss it. I need to dow

My mind, now fully occupied with Iannah Sinclair’s diagnosis and assuming his question was prompted by a concerned Aiden, I nodded. “Oh Okay.” I made sense they’d want a second opinion from someone they trusted. I was, after all, very young for this.

I followed him in, kicking off my heels as I spoke. “Well, it’s serious in the sense that it’s an old injury. The muscle atrophy is significant. A cure will definitely require patience…”

His gaze was unreadable. “I’m out of patience.”

“Huh?” I looked up, confused.

My softly parted lips were captured by his before I could process it. I had no time to retreat before he swept me up, carried me to the sofa, and pinned me beneath him. There was no escape.

The faint scent of alcohol mixed with lemongrass filled my senses as his kiss deepened. The living room was dark, lit only by the small foyer lamp. In the dimness of the sofa, I could just make out the intense focus in his eyes. The sound of cars rushing by outside mingled with the loud, frantic beating of my own heart–and the wet, unmistakable sound of our kiss.

His technique had noticeably improved. Against my will, I felt myself falling into his rhythm, my eyes fluttering shut as I sank deeper.

When he tugged down the zipper at my side and a large, warm, dry hand slid inside, a full–body shudder wracked me. A muffled “Mmph.” escaped

The sound alone was mortifying.

But Gavin, it seemed, wasn’t satisfied. He pulled his lips back just enough, his eyes, dark with raw desire, burning into me in the near–darkness. His voice was a gravelly whisper. “Does my little Song like that?”

I didn’t dare open my mouth, afraid of what other broken sounds might escape and give him even more of an upper hand.

Seeing my stubborn silence, he didn’t push. Instead, his scorching kisses trailed down my neck, patiently teasing and nipping at my skin. My toes curled involuntarily. A helpless whimper slipped out, one I couldn’t possibly suppress.

It felt like I was the only one losing control here.

I wasn’t even sure I wanted to ‘win‘ this particular battle anymore. I was on the verge of surrendering completely when my hand was taken, his fingers lacing with mine, and gently guided downward.

This wasn’t my first encounter with that part of him.

But this was a first.

I instinctively tried to pull away, but my hand was trapped in his firm grip…

His belt, his trousers, my stockings–they all ended up in a pile on the floor, each item a blatant testament to what was happening. A single glance was enough to make my cheeks burn.

I felt like a small boat lost at sea, navigation impossible, completely at the mercy of the waves, with no idea where I’d end up. I was powerless, and yet… a part of me was willing.

I didn’t understand what was happening to me.

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