When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 934

Caleb didn't budge. "Go back to your room. I'll come find you when I'm done cleaning up."

With that, he finally released her.

Stella turned and practically sprinted back to her bedroom, her steps frantic and uncoordinated.

Pressing her back against the door, she threw the deadbolt without a second thought. There was no way she was letting him in.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, she tried to piece the puzzle together. Something was definitely wrong. She pulled out her phone and started messaging her contacts, trying to dig up any rumors about what was going down between the Everharts and the Sinclairs.

More importantly, where the hell was Orion? Why hadn't he shown his face at all today?

There was definitely a crisis, and she needed to figure it out.

Back when she had been held captive by the Waverlies, Lemira was the one who fought tooth and nail to rescue her. Now, it was her turn to step up.

As her mind raced, her ears remained hyper-focused on the sounds outside her door.

She heard his heavy footsteps leave the kitchen and approach her room. Her heart leaped into her throat.

But after a few agonizingly tense seconds, not a single sound came from the hallway.

When she finally heard his footsteps retreating, Stella let out a massive breath. *Hmph, he told me to wait in my room, so I'm just supposed to wait like a good girl?*

Feeling triumphant, Stella finally drifted off to sleep.

In the dead of the night, she suddenly felt an immense, suffocating weight pressing down on her, completely pinning her to the mattress.

Her eyes fluttered open, panic surging as she realized someone was kissing her.

She instinctively brought her hands up to fight back, but her palms met a familiar, rock-solid chest. It was him!

Caleb caught her wrists, effortlessly holding them down as he murmured against her lips, "It's me."

"I know that."

Caleb let out a low chuckle. "How did you know?"

He couldn't resist dipping down to kiss her again, his voice thick and raspy. "Keep quiet, unless you want her to hear."

Stella's face burned with a fiery heat. "You're shameless."

"Just one kiss. I won't do anything else."

Caleb wasn't some unrestrained animal. He knew better than to push boundaries at a time like this.

He hadn't turned on the lights, navigating only by the faint silver moonlight filtering through the window.

Caleb pulled the covers up to tuck Stella in. He had to stop now, or he wouldn't be able to stop at all.

"Wait for me to get back," he commanded softly.

Stella yanked the blanket over her head, absolutely refusing to answer him. She turned on her side, her face scorching hot, her skin still tingling with the ghost of his touch.

He was the absolute worst. So much for 'just one kiss.'

Caleb slipped out of the bedroom, did a quick sweep of the perimeter, and melted silently into the night.

The next morning, the first thing Stella did when she opened her eyes was check to see if Caleb had returned.

She found him in the kitchen, cooking breakfast.

The massive, intimidating man was wearing an apron. He looked like someone you'd never want to cross in a dark alley, yet somehow, his culinary skills were out of this world.

Stella hurried over. "What did you find out?"

Caleb looked down at her, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Am I getting another kiss tonight?"