Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217: 217-Tangled With My Breast Out

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We landed on the bed in such a tangled mess that I didn’t even understand how it happened.

Somehow, my robe had come open.

One of his hands was behind my back, completely tangled in the robe, while the other rested beneath my shoulders.

He was on top of me, and I was pinned underneath him, one of my legs having pulled my robe open further as it wrapped around his waist.

I guess my body reacted defensively.

I clung to him as tightly as I could to keep myself from moving.

The more I moved, the more it hurt.

Now my whole body ached from the hard fall, and I felt like I was going to pass out.

For the next ten seconds, neither of us moved.

We just waited for the shock to settle.

I finally opened my eyes and realized Ragnar was staring back at me as if this had been worse than any war he had ever fought.

He immediately tried to move, and both my hands curled around his shirt as pain shot through me.

"Ah!" I cried out, but before another sound could escape, he clamped the hand that had been beneath my shoulder over my mouth, silencing me.

I grumbled behind his hand, glaring at him as he silently urged me to stop.

"Did you hear a voice?" Mrs. Bundy asked Lady Lucille.

"What?" Lady Lucille replied.

"I think I heard someone yell," Mrs. Bundy murmured.

"I’m not sure. Maybe it was coyotes. Tell the warriors to patrol the back of the garden," Lady Lucille instructed.

That only made things worse.

Now there would be warriors patrolling behind my room, outside my wing.

"Yes, I’ll do that," Mrs. Bundy answered.

I assumed she walked away while Ragnar still had his hand over my mouth.

Since both my hands were free, resting against his chest, I slowly placed one on his wrist and gently pulled his hand away from my mouth.

"Don’t move. It hurts whenever my body moves," I whispered.

He went still, the realization settling over him.

If he didn’t move, we would be staying exactly where we were, tangled together on the bed, wrapped in my robe.

He stayed there for a few seconds before trying to move his arm from beneath me.

It was inside my robe.

That was when it struck both of us.

I watched his eyes lower and followed his gaze.

One of my breasts, the one pressed against his chest, had slipped out.

That was how his hand had ended up inside my robe, reaching from beneath my arm to my back.

"Fuck," I heard him curse before quickly looking away.

I watched his entire body tense.

The sudden heat radiating from him honestly surprised me.

I felt awkward for a few seconds, and even my own body grew a little warmer.

"Cover it up," he muttered under his breath without opening his eyes.

Feeling utterly embarrassed, I let go of his shirt and reached for my robe.

But his arm was in the way.

I guess he understood because when I tugged on the robe, it wouldn’t move.

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