The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 278

Chapter 138-1

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The heavy doors of the private elevator slide open with a soft, mechanical chime, and the moment Locke steps out, I can see the deep line of tension carved between his brows.

He looks completely worn out. His eyes are shadowy, his jaw clenched so hard the muscle in his cheek ticks, and his broad shoulders carry the sharp, dangerous weight of a man who’s been fighting fires all day and still feels the heat on his back.

He lets out a long, heavy exhale, running a hand down his face with a low, frustrated grumble as the elevator doors slide shut behind him.

I’m leaning against the wall, arms loosely crossed over the front of my long, floral-print dress.

“You okay?” I say. “Rough day?”>

“I just spent five straight hours in church, listening to Cobra and the other officers tear each other apart,” Locke says, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. “I’m pissed off, my head is pounding, and I’m stressed out of my goddamn mind.”

“Well,” I say softly, shifting against the wall, the soft linen hem of my dress brushing against my bare ankles. I reach out, my fingers lightly catching the leather edge of his vest, pulling him just an inch closer. “Lucky for you, I’m great at helping people destress.”

Locke’s dark gaze drops to mine, one eyebrow hitching up. “How?”

“I could pour you a double shot of neat whiskey,” I offer./

“No. Not what I’m looking for.”

“Okay…. I could go run you a hot bath. Throw in some relaxing lavender bath salts.”

“No. Try again.”

“A massage, maybe?”

“No.”

I let out a soft, helpless breath, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Gosh… then I guess I’m compl etely out of ideas how to destress you, handsome.”

A dark, dangerous smirk spreads across his rugged face. “That’s fine, baby. Because I have one.”

His hands slide down to grip the undersides of my thighs, gathering up the loose fabric of my dress to lift me. But as his palms slide up the bare skin of my thighs, his breath hitches, his fingers pausing right at my

ass.

He looks up at me, his eyes darkening further with a sudden, scorching intensity. “You’re not wearing anything under this dress, are you?”

“Nope.”

“And why is that, may I ask?”

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<Chapter 128

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“Maybe I was planning ahead.”

A low, guttural growl vibrates deep in his chest. “You’re trying to kill me, Zara.”

Before I can answer, he gathers the long dress around my waist and lifts me cleanly off the floor. I let out a breathless gasp, my bare legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

Instead of carrying me toward the bedroom, he turns and presses me hard against the wall. The sharp, solid thump sends an electric jolt straight down my spine.

His mouth comes down on mine with a fierce, possessive hunger that sweeps the world out from under me. The stress on his face vanishes into pure, unadulterated passion. His tongue traces mine, deep and demanding, while his large hands pin my hips to the wall, holding me completely at his mercy.

“Locke -“I gasp against his lips, my fingers tangling frantically into his hair. “Let’s go to bed.”

“We aren’t making it to the bed, Zara,” he rasps against my throat, his rough stubble scraping along my skin as his mouth trails fire down my neck. “Or the sofa.”

He strips off his leather cut with one hand, letting it hit the hardwood floor with a heavy thud, followed immediately by his shirt. My bare feet flex against his hips as my hands find his bare shoulders, feeling the hard, scarred muscle and the fast, heavy rise and fall of his chest against mine.

His fingers unclasp his heavy belt, and he shoves his jeans and boxer shorts down just far enough to release his c**k. With no underwear on me to slow him down, he guides himself to my aching p***y with a sharp, ragged breath.

When he drives into me, my head snaps back against the wall, a loud, trembling cry escaping my lips.

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