He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 215

"You're begging me for another man."

His expression iced over instantly. Swiftly turning the tables, he seized her wrist in a vice-like grip.

"If I were you, I would've faked some affection first to make the act convincing. When it comes to playing the game, you're nowhere near Nyssa's league."

He shoved her back and stepped into the elevator.

His face was a thundercloud of suppressed rage.

And that barely contained fury snapped the moment she stubbornly followed him inside.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the elevator wall.

A fiercely possessive kiss crashed down on her lips.

She could feel how intensely aroused he was.

He hadn't been like this in the past.

Before, he was always smooth, composed, entirely in control when they flirted.

He used to tease her until she was a blushing mess, eagerly climbing into his lap on her own.

Rising onto her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head to kiss him back.

But the moment their lips actually connected, he forcibly shoved her away. His eyes held absolutely no desire—only a cold, glacial detachment.

The realization that her sudden submission was entirely for Yves Walden made him want to crush her to pieces.

If this woman were dead, everything would be so much easier.

But as long as she was breathing, she owned every corner of his mind.

Love was a poison.

Lust was an inferno.

Mixed together, it was pouring gasoline on a fire—leaving no room for rationality.

He was a supreme egotist.

A wolf didn't let its prey escape once it was already in its jaws.

He locked his arm around her slender waist and kissed her with bruising force.

She winced at the pain but didn't try to pull away.

The elevator pinged as it reached the lobby, the doors sliding open.

Someone outside gasped in shock.

He immediately broke the kiss, pressing her face against his chest to shield her from view.

He absolutely despised this side of her.

So sultry, so intoxicating, yet so fiercely guarded.

She was willing to surrender her body to him just to save another man.

But when it came to truly wanting him? She acted like a martyr!

"Tell me you want me."

She bit her lip until it bled, stubbornly refusing to say the words.

But he wasn't in a rush. He had infinite time and a million ways to break her defenses.

After being together for so long, he knew every single trigger and weak point on her body.

"Do you love me?"

"Are you going to marry me?"

At first, she fought him with everything she had, mind and body completely rejecting the questions.

But he was far too skilled, far too patient in his relentless seduction, systematically eroding her sanity until she could barely string a thought together.

"I'll do anything... just not marriage."