The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1844

Given the Churchills' massive wealth, very few people actually cared about Claire's rural upbringing. Those waiting to see Dane make a fool of himself were going to be severely disappointed.

"What are you thinking about?" Claire asked, poking Dane's side.

She accidentally jabbed his waist. Dane shifted and caught her hand.

Claire looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

Dane didn't answer. He simply held her hand, tracing her knuckles in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.

Since Pandora was already asleep, they stayed outside in the courtyard. The cool night breeze brushed past them, and their close proximity hung heavy with unspoken tension.

"Claire, you still have years before you graduate. Don't tempt me right now," he murmured.

Claire knew exactly what he meant. "I might have years left, but I can still collect some interest in advance."

Seeing his tightly coiled restraint made her heart flutter.

Her whispered words caught Dane's ear. His grip on her hand tightened. "Are you sure you want me to collect interest?"

Looking at his deeply suppressed desire, Claire suddenly stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his.

A dangerous fire ignited in Dane's eyes. "You brought this on yourself," he rasped.

His arm banded around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. When a willing prey offered itself, a predator didn't hold back. His kiss was intense and demanding, sweeping over her lips with a potent mix of patience and raw power.

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