From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 68

The room was pitch black, the air heavy with the sharp scent of nicotine.

Her silhouette was stretched long by the hallway lights, casting a dark shadow over the red carpet near the entrance. In the dim glow, she noticed a few crushed cigarette butts ground into the edges of the carpet.

The foundation's management consisted entirely of wealthy socialites. In this kind of setting, they would never risk ruining their perfume. They absolutely did not smoke.

A violent wave of dizziness hit her. Her vision blurred rapidly, and a fine layer of sweat broke out across her forehead. A boiling heat rushed through her veins, and an intense, overwhelming desire crashed over her like a tidal wave.

She instantly stumbled backward, pivoting on her heel. She ran.

She hadn't even taken two steps before two men lunged out of the suite.

"Grab her! Don't let her get away!"

Pure terror gave her a fleeting spike of adrenaline, but her legs felt like lead. Her vision tilted wildly, the sound of heavy footsteps closing in behind her. The suffocating fear warred with the agonizing, boiling lust tearing through her body. Burning up and incredibly weak, she forced herself around the corner. Through her swimming vision, she saw someone opening a door and threw herself at him without a second thought, clinging to him like a lifeline.

Her feet tangled, and she collapsed into darkness as the door slammed shut.

"Where did she go? She vanished!"

"Keep looking! Ms. Sutton is breathing down our necks!"

The frantic voices of the two men were muffled through the heavy wood.

Inside, the silence was deafening.

The crisp, masculine scent of cedar and mint filled her senses. To her feverish mind, it smelled like absolute heaven, making her blood boil and obliterating the last shreds of her sanity.

The large hands gripping her waist tried to pull away.

Her arms went soft, wrapping stubbornly around the man's chest to keep him from leaving. As her slender fingers brushed against the hard line of his Adam's apple, she felt his breath hitch and hitch hard.

She let out a delirious, breathy laugh.

The man flinched, trying to push her back, but she leaned in desperately, pressing her lips frantically against his throat.

A low groan rumbled from his chest.

"Take me..." she slurred incoherently.

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