Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

"Yamin No God, no. Stop

Come back,"

When Katrina awoke to the shouting coming from Kylan, she wasn't confused this time. She knew exactly what was happening, even if she didn't understand why. She turned on her bedside lamp and checked the time. It was just after two o'clock, and she wondered when Kylan had come to

bed

She sat up, brushing her hair away from her face and staring down at Kylan next to her. He seemed to be even worse off than he was the night before, his bangs completely stuck to his forehead, and his face and chest both flushed an imposing red. "Why.. Come back! Come back!"

Kylan kicked out so aggressively, he almost fling himself off the bed as a result.

Once again, witnessing something like that was enough for her. She wasn't going to let him suffer through this alone. She couldn't She really couldn't. She thought about what her father would do for her as a child any time she had a nightmare, and an idea came to her. It was risky. Far riskier than stroking his hair the night before had even been.

But Kylan looked so helpless. So scared. So unlike himself.

She scooted over to him slowly and then laid back down, draping an arm over his abdomen so gently, he was sure not to even feel her at all. She rested her head on the pillow next to his, and then she took a deep breath. She recalled the lullaby both her father and mother used to sing she, swallowed down the nerves stirring up in her throat, and then she forced her mouth to open.

The long-forgotten words from her childhood, flowed from her mouth as little more than a whisper, hardly singing them at all. By the end of the lullaby, she hadn't realized that Kylan wasn't shouting or writhing about any longer.

He wasn't sleeping anymore, either. Instead, he was facing her. She was startled slightly upon seeing his grey eyes looking into hers. But the look on his face. His entire face. It was so open, so vulnerable. Never had she ever seen Kylan look like. Like that. She had no idea what he was thinking, but the way he was staring at her, studying her... It caused the skin across her body to heat up and her heart to race within her chest

"Qu'est-ce que vous faites?" Kylan asked, his voice thick with sleep and a bit hoarse from shouting

"Chanter pour vous," she quietly responded, surprised she understood that he was asking her what she was doing.

expanse of her upper arm, then over her shoulder, and then up the back of her neck. He gripped there, moving his face to be impossibly close to hers. "Kylan?" she whispered, searching his eyes, looking for a hint of what he was feeling. But

breathed, his nose skimming hers, his eyes still

lips, confused, enthralled, and dizzy. So dizzy.

was on her. All at once, and all-consuming. Kylan was kissing her. His warm mouth covered her own, and she

tightly. She angled her mouth, deepening the kiss just as Kylan's tongue grazed her lower lip. Her lips

cars over the sounds of her kissing. She could feel

her.

mind went entirely blank, and the only thing

contract be damned. Her confusion be damned. She wanted

To feel I

feel her

her with such passion, it nearly drowned her. "Kylan..she breathed against his lips. "Kylan, will you let me touch you?" she whispered, one hand back on his

didn't answer, kissing her instead. Her hand continued to brush across his skin until

breathed against her neck, hot and heavy, while she palmed him through his pai "Katrina. You don't. The contract. Kylan sounded impossibly desperate, and she pulled his face toward her lips once

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as soon as her hand moved to where it would be should be, he recoiled and shoved himself away from her. He stumbled off the end of the

mlike by

running his fingers through his

reality of his rejection fell over her like a vat of ice-cold water. She sat up then, readjusting her nightgown back in place, now feeling all too exposed. She pulled the duvet over her and forced herself

down." Her voice was shaking, and tears were

he stared at her with a frown that took up his entire face. He let out

wasn't being fair. She knew he wasn't "Kylan, you came onto me. I've never kissed you first. I've never initiated that. I've respected that boundary.

obvious, Katrina,"

her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. "I don't. I feel like I don't know what

so angry. And while she understood some of his apprehension, she couldn't place

such a. A good couple of days. I thought.." She swallowed against the sandpaper in her throat. "And