The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 528

Chapter 260-1

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The blizzard starts in earnest around seven o’clock that night, hammering against the thin glass of

my studio windows in a relentless, rhythmic cadence.

I lie awake in the dark for hours, listening to the city bleed outside.

My body aches with that heavy, bone–deep exhaustion that comes from holding yourself together when every instinct is screaming at you to break. Still, asleep is elusive, slow to come.

When it finally takes me, it isn’t smooth or gentle. It’s a sudden, heavy pull that drags me under into the heat of a memory so vivid it feels like pulling air into starved lungs.

In the dream, there’s no howling blizzard, no shrieking wind. There’s only the low, golden light of his penthouse bedroom, the faint scent of cedar and expensive leather, and the heavy, intoxicating heat of his body pressed over mine.

Locke is whole and healthy: his sharp jawline clear of those ugly purple bruises, his scalp free of dark sutures. He hovers above me in the dark, his gray eyes burning with that fierce, possessive

intensity.

His hands – large, tattooed, and lined with tiny white scars – are everywhere at once.

They aren’t tentative or cautious like the stiff stranger in the clubhouse hallway.

They’re demanding, familiar, and scorching hot against my bare skin.

He hooks his fingers into the fabric of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in one smooth motion before crowding me back down into the soft mattress.

His mouth locks onto mine with a possessive, bruised hunger, his tongue sliding deep, tasting like espresso and dark whiskey.

A low growl vibrates against his ribs as he hitches my knee over his hip, pinning me beneath him until there isn’t a single breath of air left between us.

I can feel the hard, unyielding ridge of his c**k pressed against my thigh, the raw proof of how effortlessly I used to undo him.

“Tell me you’re mine, baby,” he mutters against my lips, his voice a dark, rough gravel tha sharp, electric shiver straight down to my twitching p***y. His hand slides down my spine, mouth drags down my throat. “Tell me right now.”

He bites down softly at the junction where my neck meets my shoulder, making me gasp, before his lips trail a line of wet, scorching heat down my chest.

Chapter 260-1

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Slowly, his hand glides further down, tracing the curve of my waist before coming to rest over the distinct, rounded swell of my stomach.

His touch instantly changes, shifting from raw, possessive heat to a protective, gentle cradle He presses his mouth right over my collarbone, his hand smoothing back and forth over my bump in a slow, rhythmic circle that binds the three of us together in the dark.

I instinctively reach out into the empty space beside me. “Locke…”

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