Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 60

From the other side of the door came Simon Brooks’s panicked pleas for mercy.

“Mr. Clarke! Mr. Clarke, this is a misunderstanding! I didn’t know she was with you!”

One door.

Two different worlds.

Grace’s remaining sanity was like a flickering candle in the wind, about to be extinguished.

But when she managed to focus and clearly see the man’s face—a face so handsome it could have been carved by a master sculptor, a face she had seen countless times in business magazines—her last survival instinct kicked in.

It was Damien!

With the last ounce of her strength, she raised a hand and clutched tightly onto the leg of his impeccably tailored suit trousers.

The feel of the expensive fabric, warmed by his body, was reassuring.

“Mr. Clarke...” Her voice was a broken, tearful whimper, like that of an abandoned kitten. “Save me...”

After saying that, the last thread of her composure finally snapped.

An indescribable heat surged from deep within her, burning through her body and incinerating her reason.

She instinctively pressed herself against the only source of coolness nearby.

Damien’s body.

Through the thin fabric of his clothes, she could feel his solid, powerful chest and the steady, mountain-like beat of his heart.

So nice...

So cool...

Unconsciously, she rubbed her flushed, hot cheek against his chest.

Her eyes, normally as cold as winter stars, were now glistening with moisture, veiled in a hazy fog, the corners tinged with an alluring red.

Her chapped lips were slightly parted.

She instinctively tried to struggle, but her body was as pliant as water, unable to muster any strength.

All she could do was submit to the man’s domineering, searing presence.

Her inexperienced response and the uncontrollable trembling of her body acted as a catalyst, deepening the darkness in Damien’s eyes.

He kissed her deeper, harder, with a hint of punishment and endless tenderness.

Gradually, that aggressive force melted into profound passion.

He patiently guided her, leading her from initial panic into a dizzying, intoxicating feast for the senses.

The temperature in the room climbed steadily.

Just as Damien’s hand began to move lower, on the verge of claiming her completely in the haze of passion—

A single, cool tear fell unbidden onto the back of his hand.

Damien froze.