Betrayed, Then Back For Blood

Chapter 196

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Briar advanced toward Ashton, successfully cornering the usually calm and composed Ashton against the door. Today, he wore a black shirt that coincidentally matched the white one Briar had on–just in a different color. Her unintentional choice made it seem as though she had deliberately worn matching couple shirts to flirt with him.

As Briar approached, Ashton’s rolled–up sleeves revealed his lean, muscular arms, the veins standing out as he tensed. Watching her come closer, he offered a helpless warning, his voice low: “Babe, don’t play with fire.”

But his warning fell on deaf ears. Briar stepped closer, narrowing the distance between them to just a fist’s width. Confident it was still broad daylight and that Ashton wouldn’t dare to do anything, she adopted a sweet, innocent

tone and teased, “Me? When have I ever flirted with you?”

Ashton closed his eyes for a moment, but when he opened them again, the heat of desire still burned in his gaze. With her standing so close, he could smell the scent of Briar’s hair–a fragrance he was familiar with, but in that

moment, it felt like gasoline thrown on the fire of his desire, making it nearly unbearable.

Because Ashton was so close, he could see the way Briar’s chest rose and fell with every breath–the movement

was alluring, playful, and utterly captivating. From this distance, he could appreciate every detail of her lovely face

and those slightly parted, dangerously tempting lips. He had tasted those lips before–soft, sweet, and so

addictive that he craved them endlessly.

Typically composed Ashton found himself completely thrown off his game with the woman he loved standing so close. He struggled to maintain his composure, his voice strained. “Babe, you can’t do this to me. You know I have things to take care of later…”

am. What, you don’t like it?” Briar tilted her chin up in a playful challenge, her delicate jaw lifting as she closed the distance–her lips, which Ashton was obsessed with, now

she was

his composure gone.

veined arm, rose on her tiptoes, and leaned in. Just when Ashton thought Briar was about to kiss him boldly, she suddenly reached out and effortlessly took the fruit platter from his hand, holding the glass

grin, released his arm, took a few steps back, and turned to walk away. However, she didn’t get very far, Ashton suddenly grabbed her arm–his grip just right, neither too tight nor too loose- preventing her from pulling away, yet the platter and the milk in

pulling her tightly against his chest. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he let out a low, husky chuckle–impossibly alluring. “Babe, you think you

for a brief moment before relaxing again,

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flirting thing to blow off some steam, but

way back into Ashton’s hands. With one arm holding the platter and the other wrapped around Briar, he led her over to the sofa. After placing the platter down on

completely exposed

raced–she began to panic, attempting to squirm out of Ashton’s lap, but his large hand held her firmly at the waist. There

from? Afraid I’ll consume you?” Ashton grinned as he observed Briar Jennings’s flustered and panicked expression. He purposefully tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed entirely together, leaving no space between

Ashton was being such a shameless tease, acting like a complete rogue. “You-”

Briar’s chin and tilted her face up.

connected, he let out a low, contented sigh–it was just as intoxicating

drew out every shy

kisses and Briar’s gentle moans lingered in the air.

felt entirely at ease, sinking into Ashton’s arms

her cheeks vibrant with color,

as she shot him a fierce glare.

sofa, one arm wrapped securely around Briar’s waist to