Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Chapter 68

KISAREL.

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The moment I pushed the door to my office open, a strong hand closed around my arm, like it had been waiting impatiently

for me.

I was pulled inside before I had finished crossing the threshold, the door swinging shut behind me.

My back met the door with a soft thud, and a gasp tried to escape my lips, but warm lips and a wet tongue covered it.

I almost lost my breath.

It was Oceans.

He kissed me like I had been gone for a year. His tongue pushed in immediately.

It felt like he had been standing in that office for the last hour, running numbers on everything that could have gone wrong with me being out of his reach.

His mouth on mine was hot and forceful and entirely without patience.

I grabbed his shirt, fisting the fabric at his chest while he kissed me like he was trying to climb inside me through my mouth. his lips moving hard and deep, with his tongue doing things that made my knees genuinely unreliable.

His hot breath mixed with mine in the small space between one devastating kiss and the next as his hand slammed against the door above my head, while the other cupped the side of my neck.

His thumb pressed just below my jaw, positioning my face exactly where he wanted it with a possessive gentleness that contradicted the ferocity of his mouth in a way that short–circuited every coherent thought I had left.

and I felt the

I tilted my head back, opened my mouth wider, and gave him exactly the access he was taking anyway devastating combination of his body pressing me into the door, his mouth consuming mine, and his hand at my throat like a collar.

My body made a sound that I produced entirely without permission.

He swallowed it, pulled back a fraction, and came back harder.

I should have pushed him off. Hell, I just had a meeting with wedding planners while my fiancé placed his arm across my shoulders, grounding me from sliding into a panic attack.

But I didn’t. Instead, I kissed him back.

God help me, I kissed him back with everything I had because my body had made its own separate peace with this situation a long time ago.

His lips were hot and insistent, moving against mine with a consuming urgency as his hand tightened slightly at my neck.

I made a sound into his mouth, and he deepened the kiss.

He kissed me like he was trying to find something.

It went on long enough that when he finally pulled back, I had to find the door behind me with my hand just to confirm it

expression. was sull there. He looked at me directly and intently, from close enough that I could see every detail of his

Then he stepped back and put both hands in his pockets.

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And the face that looked back at me was the stoic, controlled, utterly unreadable face of Ocean Stark in his office on a Tuesday afternoon, as if nothing had just happened against that door.

He tilted his head slowly.

“Just one hour with him,” he said, “and you almost lost your life.” He paused. “He couldn’t even keep you safe.

I stared at him.

The blood drained from my face so fast I felt it go.

“How did you…” I stopped and started again. “Did someone from the office see it? Did someone call you or…”

“The street cameras, Kiss.” His voice was completely even. “They exist for a reason.”

My heart did something irregular as I looked at him with narrowed brows.

“What?” I breathed, confused, “You were watching the street cameras.” I said slowly, trying to process it. “While I was at lunch?” Another pause. “You were watching me?”

He looked back at me with an expression that didn’t confirm or deny anything because it didn’t need to. The answer was sitting plainly in the fact that he knew.

“Oceans.” My voice came out smaller than I intended. “That’s insane. No… You can’t keep doing that. You can’t just…

“Can’t what.” His voice dropped as he crossed to me in three strides. I pressed back against the door, and he put one hand flat on the wood beside my head and looked down at me from close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him and the unhinged thing sitting behind his eyes that his face was doing everything it could to contain.

“Can’t watch what’s mine?” His jaw was tight. His eyes were on my face with an intensity that made my skin feel as if it were being peeled back layer by layer.

I tilted my chin to look at him.

“Do you know what you are to me?” He said quietly. “You are mine, Kisarel. Every part of you. Every street you walk Every fucking breath you take.” His eyes didn’t move from mine. “And you have absolutely no idea the lengths I will go to when it comes to things that belong to me.”

His hand came to my jaw, “There is not a single second of your day,” he said quietly, “that I don’t know exactly where you are.” His eyes dropped briefly to the necklace at my throat and came back up, and what I saw in them in that half second made the necklace feel like it was burning through my skin. “And there is not a single thing I would not do…” he paused, letting it sit, “…not one single fucking thing – to make sure you stay exactly where I put you.” His eyes held mine. “You have no idea. How far that goes. You have absolutely no idea.” He counted his words.

His eyes dropped to the necklace.

He had looked at it three times already, but this time, he didn’t look away.

The silence lingered for exactly three seconds.

Then his hand shot out. The clasp snapped, and the necklace was gone before I had finished processing the movement.

The gasp that lett me was genuine. “Oh, God.” I pressed my hand to my throat where it had been, and stared eyes wide and my heart beating rapidly.

He was looking at the necklace in his hand… At the thing another man had put on ine. He looked at expression I had never seen on his face before.

Then he looked at me.

at him with my

for a moment with an

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“Nothing belonging to another man,” he said quietly. “goes on your body.” His hand closed around the necklace, and he tossed it in the trash. “Not his jewelry. Not his clothes. Not his hands” He paused. “Not a single thing he has ever touched gets to sit on what’s mine. Do you understand me?”

“Oceans…”

“Do you understand me, Kiss?”

It wasn’t a question.

I pressed my lips together.

“You want diamonds?” The words came out absolutely unhinged at the edges in a way that made the hair on my arms stand. “I will cover every inch of you in them. I will put so many on your body that you will forget that man’s name, let alone what his jewelry looked like.”

His eyes dropped once to my throat and came back up, and what lived in them made my mouth go completely dry. “But you will never not once, not for a single second wear something another man gave you while you belong to me.”

Immediately, something dangerously close to fear shifted in my chest… Fear of what this was becoming.

I panicked with the dawning awareness of a woman who has been standing inside something for so long she stopped noticing how far the walls had moved.

What I was seeing was not the arrangement we had agreed to.

I didn’t know what it was, but whatever it was, it had walls I hadn’t agreed to and a depth I hadn’t consented to, with a man at the center of it who would go to any length to keep me caged within those walls.

But somehow, I knew I had to climb out. Otherwise… Whatever this man was starting to feel for me was going to burn me alive.

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