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The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 192

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Elara gasped in shock, but Zane instantly clamped a hand over her mouth.

The lounge was pitch black. Zane shoved her against the heavy wooden door, using his body to pin her tight against the wood.

"Don't scream," he whispered hoarsely, his voice low and ragged.

Elara managed a tiny nod, but Zane refused to move his hand.

In the dim, suffocating silence of the room, their ragged breathing was amplified. Zane's free arm slowly slid around her slender waist, pulling her flush against him. Elara was wearing a stunning, sheer summer evening gown. The thin fabric offered zero resistance, allowing him to feel every curve of her body and the searing heat of her skin.

He finally moved his hand from her mouth and crashed his lips down onto hers.

Elara froze for a split second before his demanding kiss ruthlessly parted her lips. When she tried to turn her head away, he caught her jaw in a firm grip, devouring her mouth with a reckless, consuming desperation.

Furious that he would touch her like this while openly negotiating a marriage with the Neville heiress, Elara fought back. She pinched the soft flesh at his waist as hard as she could. Zane hissed in pain and broke the kiss, chest heaving.

"Are you really that heartless?" he panted. "Do I mean absolutely nothing to you?"

"I am Mrs. Sterling!" Elara spat, her voice trembling with anger.

"I want you to be my wife!" Zane snared her wrists, pinning them above her head, and crushed his mouth to hers again.

Elara bit down hard on his tongue. Zane groaned, pulling back just enough to trail burning, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. Panic flared in Elara's chest. "Don't leave a mark!"

He immediately softened his assault, his grip on her wrists loosening as his hands inevitably drifted downward, mapping the soft, intoxicating curves of her body. The elegant gown required no bra, granting him devastatingly easy access.

"Don't..."

"Don't ruin my dress..."

"Zane..."

"You're taking this too far..."

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