Reborn, I Dumped the Cold Heir novel Chapter 3

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When Chloe regained consciousness, the first thing she registered was a crushing weight pressing down on her.-

A man's searing body heat radiated through their tangled clothes. His heavy, scorching breath fanned against her ear. Her dress was hiked up her thighs, the straps slipping off her shoulders.

A strong, long-fingered hand gripped her waist tightly.

The warehouse, the blade, the kidnappers' sickening laughter—the memories violently crashed into her mind. The color drained from her face.

"Get off me!" She shoved fiercely at the man on top of her, throwing a blind slap with the back of her hand.

Julian reacted with lightning speed, catching her wrist in an iron grip. Before Chloe could struggle, she sank back into the plush mattress. He pinned her thrashing legs with one knee, towering over her with overwhelming dominance.

"Chloe Lennox." His voice was dangerously rough, clearly pushed to the absolute edge of his restraint. "Are you out of your mind?"

Chloe completely froze. That voice...

She snapped her head up, their eyes locking.

It was Julian Fairfax.

His dark hair was slightly tousled, his sharp brow ridge shadowing a pair of pitch-black eyes. His thin lips were flushed where she had apparently bitten them. He was breathtakingly handsome. Even disheveled, he radiated an indescribable aristocratic elegance, though the raw, unfiltered aggression rolling off him made him incredibly dangerous.

Chloe stared at him, forgetting how to breathe.

Julian frowned under her intense scrutiny.

"A second ago, you were grabbing me, begging me not to go," he said, leaning in until the distance between them practically vanished. "And now you're playing the amnesiac?"

The scent of cedarwood and red wine washed over her. Chloe instinctively turned her face away, but her gaze immediately locked onto something else.