Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: 100-He Likes Being Rough

Verity:

"I’m only tolerating this because you’re hallucinating."

He pointed a finger at me as he spoke.

At that moment, I realized Ragnar was furious.

His calm composure could crack at any second.

He didn’t need to raise his voice to be intimidating.

He simply was.

"Loser."

I didn’t know why I said it.

But the instant the word left my lips, his hand shot to the back of my head.

His fingers buried themselves in my hair before he yanked me toward him, forcing my head back until my neck stretched painfully.

"Say it again," he demanded.

It was the closest we had ever been.

He gave my head another sharp tug.

My hands shot forward, clutching the front of his shirt for support.

"Verity," he muttered, bringing his face even closer to mine, "you don’t know me."

His grip tightened again.

Pain shot through my scalp, forcing my eyes shut as tears gathered at the corners.

"Just because I’m a gentleman doesn’t mean I can’t be a devil," he hissed before finally letting me go.

I stumbled backward, rubbing the back of my neck.

I wasn’t just scared.

I was tempted.

I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to soothe the lingering ache, when I felt him approach me again.

"You should lie down."

I could hear the guilt in his voice.

Not because he regretted what he had said to me, but because he was probably shocked that he had lost his composure in the first place.

I didn’t argue.

Instead, I simply raised a hand toward him before letting my knees give out beneath me.

He immediately realized I was falling.

One arm wrapped around my back to catch me.

In his rush, however, he didn’t realize his hand landed against the side of my breast, accidentally grabbing it.

Almost at the same time, his other arm slid beneath my hips to lift me.

He had no choice but to uncurl his fingers from the side of my breast, but as he adjusted his grip, his palm still brushed against it.

Without saying a word, he carried me back to my room.

I was fully awake.

I just made sure he didn’t know it.

He laid me down on the bed.

I kept my eyes barely open, giving him the impression that I was still completely out of it.

A moment later, I guessed he noticed my neck was bent awkwardly against the headboard.

He climbed onto the bed to straighten my head and slide a pillow beneath it.

As he leaned over me, he unknowingly placed one knee between my legs.

I shifted ever so slightly on purpose.

Then I felt it.

His knee pressed firmly against my pussy.

The contact made my fingers curl.

He froze as well.

I felt it immediately.

He looked down before quickly pulling his knee away.

He didn’t even finish adjusting the pillow.

Instead, he hurried off the bed.

I watched him stand there in silence, his eyes repeatedly dropping to the knee that had been between my legs.

Then he slowly took a few steps backward.

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