Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Infront of the camera

Hailee’s POV

For a long moment, neither of us spoke.

The screen glowed softly between us, the silence heavy with things neither of us dared to name.

His breathing was still a little rough. His hair was tousled, damp with sweat, and his chest rose and fell slowly as he looked at me through the screen.

There was something different in his eyes now—not the usual teasing spark, but a deep, focused heat that made my pulse quicken.

"Hailee," he said quietly. My name sounded different on his lips.

My breath caught. "What?"

He tilted his head slightly. "You know what."

The way he looked at me made my throat go dry. I could feel my nipples hardening more.

"Nathan..." I whispered, trying to steady my voice, but it came out shaky anyway.

He smiled faintly, that slow, knowing kind of smile. "You feel it too," he murmured. "Don’t lie."

I wanted to. I really did. But my silence was answer enough.

Across the screen, I saw him exhale, his jaw tightening like he was fighting himself. "You have no idea what you do to me," he said, his voice low and rough.

My heart thudded so loud it almost drowned him out. I could feel the heat rising to my face, my skin prickling with awareness.

"Nathan," I whispered again, but it came out as a moan.

He leaned a little closer to the camera, his eyes locking onto mine. "If I were there right now..." he began, his voice barely above a breath.

I swallowed hard. "What would you do?"

He hesitated, the corner of his mouth lifting just slightly. "You don’t want me to answer that."

My stomach flipped. "Maybe I do."

He ran a hand through his hair, chuckling under his breath. "You’re playing with fire, Hailee."

"Maybe I like the heat," I whispered.

For a moment he didn’t say a word, then his next words came out as an order. "Take off your clothes."

My eyes widened, and I opened my mouth to speak, to kick against it, but I realized I had lost my voice.

Nathan smirked, that annoying smirk that showed he knew he had that effect on me. "Go on, darling."

Every instinct in my head screamed no, yet my body felt completely disconnected, driven by a primal impulse I couldn’t control. My hands moved on their own, finding the hem of my dress.

My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled the fabric up, exposing my thigh, then my waist. I kept my eyes locked on the screen, on Nathan’s face. I was avoiding looking between his thighs.

There was none.

His eyes were dark, burning with a focused intensity that made the air feel thin. He didn’t rush me; he simply watched, his breathing now visibly shallow.

As the dress slid past my shoulders and pooled around my feet, leaving me standing in just my lace underthings, I gasped softly. The sudden vulnerability of being seen this way, across the distance and through a screen, was overwhelming.

"Beautiful," he breathed, the word a reverence, not a casual compliment. His gaze swept over me, lingering on the exposed skin, the curve of my waist, and the way my chest rose and fell rapidly with my ragged breaths. "Damn it!"

My entire body flushed with heat. I crossed my arms instinctively, but his voice stopped me.

"Don’t cover up," he ordered, the command soft but authoritative. "Let me look at you, Hailee."

I lowered my arms slowly, my chin lifting in an unconscious act of defiance and acceptance. "Are you happy now?" I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

He didn’t smirk this time. A genuine, almost tender smile touched his lips, but the intensity in his eyes was pure hunger.

"No, I’m not happy," he admitted, his voice dropping to a low growl that went straight to my core. "I’m frustrated. Beyond frustrated. Knowing you’re there, looking like that, and I can’t touch you..." He shook his head, running a hand over his face.

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