Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 92

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I stared at the blue bottle of makeup remover in my hand, my eyes drawn to the fake wounds still visible on Finn’s face and chest. Behind

those artificial marks of violence lay skin that was almost unfairly perfect–smooth, taut over defined muscles, with a natural golden

undertone that most men would never achieve even with hours in the sun.

It seemed almost criminal that he treated such a magnificent body with such careless disregard. Here was a man blessed with the

physique of a classical statue, acting as though his appearance was nothing more than an inconvenience.

I sighed, a sound of resignation tinged with something like regret, and turned to put the bottle back on the dressing table.

“You come help me apply it,” Finn’s voice stopped me mid–motion. The words hung in the air between us, more command than request.

I froze, bottle still in hand. “What?”

His lips curved into a knowing smirk. “That sigh wasn’t one of regret? Disappointment that all this- he gestured vaguely toward his

torso, -would go to waste? No need to be disappointed. You can help remove it yourself.”

I hesitated, my hand frozen on the doorknob. “You want me to…”

Before I could finish, Finn reached out and caught my wrist. His grip was firm but not painful–a warning rather than a threat. With one

smooth motion, he pulled me into the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind us.

The bathroom was bright and gleaming, all marble and chrome. Finn settled himself on the edge of the massive bathtub, his posture

casual but somehow still predatory.

“You know,” I said, swallowing nervously, “that makeup is really thick. Maybe you should rinse off first before-

Finn’s hands moved to his belt buckle. “Good idea.”

“No!” The word burst from my lips before I could stop it. “Just… just like this is fine. This is fine.”

A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth as he settled back, hands falling away from his belt. I took a deep breath and reached for the

makeup remover, squeezing a generous amount onto a cotton pad.

“Hold still, I instructed, stepping closer. I began gently wiping at one of the fake cuts on his cheekbone. The theatrical blood and putty dissolved under my touch, revealing his unblemished skin beneath.

“Your performance with Victoria was impressive, Finn commented, his voice neutral. “Almost believed it myself.”

My hand paused for a fraction of a second before continuing. “Thanks. I just did what seemed right.”

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And what seems right changes depending on who you’re with? His question carried a razor’s edge.

‘I suppose it does, I admitted, moving to another fake wound. Different people require different approaches. You deal with Victoria one

way, William another.”

“And me?” Finn’s hand suddenly shot up, fingers capturing my chin. “Are you acting with me too?”

The cotton pad trembled in my hand. “Does it seem that way? Like I’m calculating and manipulative and… unlikable?‘

His thumb traced my lower lip, the touch simultaneously gentle and threatening. “You can play games if you want,” he said, voice

dropping to a dangerous whisper. Just don’t play them on me. Understand?”

I nodded, my chin still caught in his grip. “I understand.”

He released me, and I resumed my work, carefully wiping away the layers of makeup. My fingers worked methodically, revealing more of

his skin with each stroke.

“Just the face?” Finn asked after a few minutes. His voice held that familiar mocking tone, but something else lurked beneath it.

“You can do the rest yourself, I suggested, offering him a fresh cotton pad.

“I told you,” he said, leaning back slightly. “Too much trouble.”

I hesitated, then squeezed more remover onto a clean pad. With cautious movements, I began working on his chest, wiping away the fake

blood and revealing the smooth skin beneath. His muscles were firm under my touch, his body heat radiating through my fingertips.

As I worked, I noticed his breathing changing, becoming deeper, more deliberate. The muscles in his abdomen tightened as my fingers

brushed across them. The air in the bathroom seemed to grow thicker, charged with something I couldn’t quite name.

I tried to keep my movements clinical, but I couldn’t help myself. As I wiped away the red and purple makeup from his skin, my heart

beat faster. The fake bruises and blood made his body look wild and dangerous in a way that made my mouth go dry. My hands started to

shake as I worked.

Each time my fingers touched his warm skin, I felt heat spreading through my own body. My breathing got shallow and quick. I couldn’t

stop staring at his chest as the colors disappeared, revealing perfect skin underneath. I was suddenly very aware of how close we were

standing, and how my body was reacting to his nearness in ways I couldn’t control.

“There, I said, my voice emerging huskier than I’d intended. All done.”

I straightened up, ready to step away, when Finn suddenly moved. In one fluid motion, he stood and wrapped an arm around my waist,

lifting me off my feet. I gasped, finding myself face to face with him, his eyes looked directly into mine.

His expression was unreadable, a dangerous stillness that made my breath catch. The bathroom lights cast shadows across his face.

highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the firm set of his jaw.

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I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the strength in the arms that held me suspended. His face was so close to mine that I

closed my eyes, waiting for his lips to meet mine. But instead, a sudden, violent wave of nausea rolled through me. My eyes flew open in

horror.

“I was all I managed before I wrenched myself from his grip and lunged toward the toilet, barely making it in time as my stomach

emptied itself.

Behind me, Finn’s brow furrowed in annoyance. “You don’t usually throw up this dramatically,” he commented dryly.

I pressed my palm against my forehead, mortification washing over me as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Great timing,

little one, I thought to myself.

This baby definitely took after Finn in stubbornness, if nothing else.

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