The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 394

Dark. Oppressive. Suffocating.

Panic exploded in my chest. In a split second, I was transported back to the terrifying elevator incident—the same suffocating darkness, the same paralyzing danger.

Who was it?

Was it the Shadow Caller? The anonymous stalker who had been tormenting me? Had he followed us all the way to Azure Springs and booked a room directly across from mine just to ambush me?

What was he going to do to me?

Fear climbed up my spine like icy ivy. I kicked out wildly, throwing my elbow back with all my might.

I hit nothing but air.

Before I could recover, I was roughly spun around and slammed flat against the solid wooden door. Both of my wrists were snatched up in a brutal grip and pinned above my head. Just as I opened my mouth to scream for help, a pair of lips crashed down on mine, sealing the sound in my throat.

Amidst the blinding terror, the familiar, crisp scent of cedar hit me.

The kiss was unmistakable—domineering, rough, dripping with absolute possessiveness and control.

It was Ferris.

He had ambushed me, forcing himself on me in the dark.

In an instant, my panic morphed into blinding fury and bitter resentment. I bit down hard on his lip.

He let out a muffled groan.

The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth. Ferris's heavy, ragged breaths fanned across my face. Even in the darkness, I could see the predatory gleam in his eyes. He let out a low, dark chuckle. "Such a feral little kitten. Biting comes so naturally to you now."

"I am not a kitten!" And I certainly wasn't his!

And the moment I was alone in the hallway, he dragged me into his room.

Suppressing me. Forcing his kisses on me.

He did it all to drive a wedge between me and Leon, violently clearing the path of any potential threats for his precious Zoey.

My feelings meant absolutely nothing to him.

But why should I, Selena Hayes, let him treat me like a pawn? Why should I endure this humiliating dominance, forced to endure his aggressive kisses?

What right did he have to mock my relationship with Leon?

"What if I do?" Ignoring the pain in my wrists, I wrenched my hands free and shoved hard against his chest, forcing space between us. "You should focus on coaxing your little favorite. Who I throw myself at is none of your business."

"Selena!" Ferris's breathing grew heavier. The collar of his bathrobe hung open, exposing his collarbone and firm chest. His pulse beat violently against the hollow of his throat. "Don't forget who you are! We are not divorced yet. You are still Mrs. Sterling, and you will act like it!"