Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 104

“You can’t…” Whitney tried to resist, only to realize she had provoked a wrathful god.

The man’s hands, veins bulging with barely controlled fury, pinned her against the car window without saying a word. His lips crushed against hers without mercy, almost devouring her in his frenzied assault.

Whitney’s delicate lips quickly turned red as blood.

Ludwik’s thoughts raced to her at the foot of the bed, Bryce dressing her, her lips stained with blood, seductive as a succubus drawing the life from some man.

His rage grew wilder, his kisses trailing down to the nape of her milky–white neck, the lingering scent driving him to madness as he sought to tear away and claim what he saw as his.

Pressed against the edge of the car, the vehicle still moving, Whitney’s head knocked against the window while the man, like a lion, was beyond reason, his eyes darkening further as he watched her tears fall one by one beneath his savage kisses. He scoffed at her, ‘Don’t give me that mournful look. You weren’t like this with Bryce.

His voice was a low growl filled with cold fury.

Whitney had no strength left to fight, her small hands clutching pitifully at his shirt, trying to push him away, but only tears remained.

He zipped up the back of her dress as they arrived at the villa.

Ludwik did not say a word, carrying her out of the car. She did not cooperate, so he dragged her in, taking care

not to harm the child she carried.

He dragged her to the second–floor bedroom, his gaze like the frost of a winter night as he looked at her and said icily, “It seems you don’t understand. If I want to control someone, it’s easy. From now on, forget your job and career. Just stay at home and have this kid!”

He turned and ordered Taryn, his voice harsh. “This woman is restless. Keep an eye on her. Take her phone. My

mother must not find out!”

Whitney lay on the bed like a rag doll, her chest and neck stinging. It took a while before she could gather her

senses.

He was grounding her!

“What right do you have to treat me this way, you bastard? Have you gone mad?” She sprang from the bed, reaching for the door.

But Taryn sighed and locked it promptly.

What kind of devil had she entered into

at the villa.

out, he heard Ludwik’s chilling voice instructing the servants, “Call the surgeon over. Check carefully.”

were to examine was obvious.

a woman’s soft crying and knocking on the door could be

are you doing? You can’t keep someone locked

knitted together in a chill sweep,

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deep frown, not daring to speak

cries made his veins pulse with increasing frustration Staying here, he only wanted to destroy her. Thus, he abruptly got into his car and said, “Check the banquet hall

do know Whitney was set up, huh? Then don’t treat her like this! All because you couldn’t save her, and Bryce did, just by giving her

car sped away.

floor. It was like a little prison

to follow Ludwik, forced into a reckless

examined by the female doctor. The drug was inhaled, not affecting the blood, and they had administered the antidote in time

–

new injuries save for her bruised lips

cooling ointment, advising her to

silent, eventually drifting off into a troubled sleep.

first instinct was to reach for her phone, only to remember that the bastard

1. it.

cutting her off from

the verge of madness.

was the victim, almost defiled, yet

era was this to still have

than just humiliation; there was also his extreme coldness.

–

She must have been out of her

a man.

side, pleaded, “Madam, I’m

“I’ll starve myself.”

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bitterly. “Sir just called. He wants a report on your meals three times a day. Please don’t make

face collapsed against

the baby; she could

was he so heartless, forbidding her from work when Skye Gem had a pile of urgent matters