Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 764

Chapter 764: Since when have I ever played fair?

Ryan froze, for a moment unable to react. His hands stilled on Zenith’s waist, and his breath caught in his chest. The daze snapped only when a sharp sting spread across his neck.

Zenith bit him.

A hiss escaped his lips. His fingers instinctively dug into her waist as the burn of her teeth pressed into his skin.

The heat of her breath fanned against him, and for the briefest instant, something primal inside him threatened to break free. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Her soft whimper followed, and then her lips brushed the mark she had made —unconscious, desperate and driven by the drug in her system. She didn’t know what she was doing, but her every little movement felt like a silent plea —like she was begging him to ease the torment consuming her.

"Zenith!" Ryan’s voice came deep, laced with something dark beneath.

But Zenith wasn’t in her senses to understand what that darkness meant. Her glassy eyes pleaded as her voice cracked, "Please ... help me. I am not feeling well. Please ..."

Rya’s jaw tightened as the realization struck him hard. He cursed under his breath. "Damn it ..."

She clutched his shirt, her nails scraping lightly across his chest, her body trembling but arching towards his warmth.

The cold shower pouring over them was doing little to tame the fire burning her up. Her lips brushed against his jaw this time —featherlight, trembling, yet enough to send his control spiralling.

Every inch of him screamed to respond to her advances —to claim what she was offering to him so innocently, so desperately.

But his mind was roaring in protest. She didn’t know what she was doing. She wasn’t herself. And if he gave in now, he would be no better than the men he had just dragged away from her.

Ryan took in a deep breath before his hands moved to grip her by her shoulders, holding her place as she tried to lean into him again. His forehead pressed against hers, his breath coming harsh and uneven.

"Stop," he growled hoarsely, his voice shaking with restraint. "If you don’t, I might not stop myself from doing something for which you might not be able to forgive me.

Zenith whimpered again, her lips trembling as though searching for his, her words slurred. "It hurts ... please, make it stop. You said you will ... please."

Ryan shut his eyes. His chest rose and fell violently as though he was fighting a war inside.

Her tear-streaked face, her fragile body trembling in his arms, grounded him. He could never —would never —take advantage of her.

But how could he resist when she was like this? It felt like pure agony.

His eyes linger on her face before flicking to the blouse that was now sticking to her body like a second skin. His eyes darkened with a primal urge, but he forced it back up to her face, gritting his teeth.

His fingers pressed harder into her shoulders, his control hanging by a thread.

Finally, he rasped, "You asked for it. Hope, tomorrow morning, when you wake up, you don’t regret it."

And with that, he no longer hesitated.

Snatching a fresh bathrobe from the shelf, he forced himself into rigid control. He peeled away her soaked clothes quickly but carefully, never letting his eyes linger. His focus stayed sharp, moving with precision, as though any slip would shatter his resolve.

When her body was finally freed from the clinging fabric, he wrapped her securely in the soft robe, tying it firmly around her waist.

Only then did he exhale — a long, ragged breath.

Once she was covered, Ryan scooped her up into his arms again and strode out of the bathroom. His every step was firm, purposeful.

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Back at the Winslow Residence —

After the dinner, Aiden prepared water for Arwen to freshen up. While she went into the bathroom, he picked up his phone to make the call.

Dialling Emyr’s number, he waited. And just after the first two rings, the call was answered.

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