My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 Begging For A Real Kiss

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The street around us faded into oblivion. The distant hum of city traffic ceased to exist. The flickering porch light felt like a spotlight on

a deserted stage. We stood in the center of our own isolated universe.

He lifted his hand. His long fingers traced the line of my jaw. The touch was feather-light, a massive contrast to the destructive power he

possessed. He mapped the curve of my cheekbone. He tangled his fingers in the dark hair at the nape of my neck.

I tilted my chin up. My lips parted. I traced the hard, unforgiving line of his collarbone with my eyes. My chest heaved. I dragged the

scent of him into my lungs.

“Raisa,” he breathed. The sound was a raw, jagged edge.

“Kiss me, I demanded. I cast aside the rules. I cast aside the fear. I laid bare the craving consuming my blood.

Ryder’s pupils dilated. The hazel irises turned pitch black. A tremor wrecked his massive frame. The battle raging inside his head

manifested in the tight, strained cords of his neck.

He wanted to take the offering. I saw the starving desperation in his eyes. I felt the heat rolling off his skin in waves. He leaned down. His

face hovered a fraction of an inch from mine. I felt the erratic, uneven stutter of his breath wash over my lips.

I closed my eyes. I waited for the impact. I waited for the fire.

The impact never came.

A sharp, painful groan vibrated deep in his chest. It sounded like a man denying himself water in the middle of a desert.

His hand tightened in my hair. He adjusted his angle.

He pressed his lips to the center of my forehead.

The contact was firm, grounding, and devastatingly restrained. He lingered there. He poured a profound, aching reverence into the

gesture. He held me tethered to the earth, but he refused to let me burn.

My eyes flew open. The shock hit me like a splash of ice water.

He broke the contact. He took a deliberate, agonizing step backward. He created a foot of cold, empty space between us.

The loss of his body heat sent a violent shiver down my spine. I stared at him. Confusion warred with a sharp, undeniable frustration. My

blood roared in my ears. I felt like a live wire sparking in the damp night air.

“Why?” I asked. My voice shook. The rejection stung worse than a physical blow.

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Ryder shoved his hands back into his pockets. He locked his jaw. The rigid, impenetrable mask slid back into place. He rebuilt the walls in

a matter of seconds.

“Because you deserve better than a parking lot mistake or a dark porch,” he stated. His voice held a flat, mechanical drone. “You deserve

the light, Raisa.”

‘I do not care about the light.”

“I do, he countered. The fierce, protective edge returned. “I made a promise to your mother tonight. I promised I would not be a

distraction. I promised I would not drag you down.”

“A kiss is not dragging me down!” I argued. The anger flared bright and hot. “You are using my mother as an excuse. You are terrified.”

Ryder flinched. The accusation struck the center of the target.

“Yes. I am terrified, he admitted. He did not hide behind fake bravado. ‘I am terrified of ruining the one pure thing I have left. The act is over. The contract is dead. If I cross that line with you now, there is no going back. I play for keeps, Raisa. I do not know how to hold

back. If I take you, I take all of you.”

The raw confession hung heavy in the cold air.

He viewed his own love as a destructive force. He believed a real relationship required a level of control he did not possess. He possessed the strength to shatter bones, but he lacked the courage to let himself be loved.

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