His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 63

Conrad’s lips captured hers again, swallowing her protests. His palms were scorching against her skin, his breath coming in ragged, frantic gasps.

A cry of pain escaped Annika’s lips. He was so rough she couldn’t fight back. She could only tremble, overwhelmed, and endure the storm of his passion.

He pressed her against the dining table, and as he pinned her wrists and began to turn her around, a sudden thought flashed through her mind. She let out a small whimper and pushed against his chest, her face flushed, her lips red and swollen. “Don’t…” she breathed.

Seeing his own frustrated desire reflected in her wide eyes, Conrad released her waist and took a step back. His own eyes, still blazing with passion, studied her for a long moment before he finally turned and stalked toward the bathroom.

The click of the closing door echoed in the quiet room. Annika gasped for breath, her hazy gaze fixed on the closed door as her trembling body slid weakly against the wall.

For a moment, she had been truly afraid of him. She knew he was suppressing a storm of fury, and she was terrified that, in his passion, he might hurt the baby. Her hand instinctively went to her flat stomach.

*Ring, ring, ring!*

A phone was ringing. Annika pulled out her own, but the screen was dark. She looked around, following the sound, and saw Conrad’s phone buzzing insistently on the table.

She glanced toward the bathroom again. She didn’t want to answer it, but she couldn't help but wonder who would be calling him this late. She walked over and picked it up.

‘Serena’ flashed on the screen.

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