Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 758

Bryce stared at the foggy silhouette through the frosted glass, his Adam's apple feeling as if it had been clawed by a cat. His desire for Whitney was unrelenting, an itch he couldn't scratch.

Especially since she wasn't playing by the rules. Despite being married to him, she continued to meet with Ludwik... Even though she was right there in front of him every day, Bryce felt her slipping through his fingers more and more. Particularly today, she had once again shrugged off Hudson's pressure.

That irked Bryce to no end.

A restless urge to conquer her ignited within him!

It wasn't as if he lacked female company. He could always seek satisfaction from Audrey Perlman and Florence, especially Florence, with her Whitney-like visage, who catered to his every whim with Valerie-like devotion, never running out of ways to please. But... none of them were Whitney.

No matter how similar, they were just a facade.

Whitney's beauty was one in a million; her physique, hidden beneath her clothes, was stunningly curvaceous. Her deep, almond-shaped eyes always seemed to hold a thin layer of moisture, making anyone who looked into them feel a stirring in their heart... and she was completely oblivious to it.

Bryce had long harbored the desire to make her cry out in his arms.

If it weren't for that night in the car, when a man with a hood over his head had pointed a gun at him....

Bryce menacingly walked to the window, lighting a cigarette.

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Half an hour later, Whitney emerged from the bathroom after her shower, only to be startled by Bryce sitting at the edge of her bed.

She instinctively covered herself with the bath towel.

Why hadn't he gone back to his study?

She had been too tired earlier and had gone straight to the bathroom for a shower, forgetting to close the bedroom door since she usually had privacy. She hadn't expected him...

As Bryce's dark eyes caught sight of the curves she tried to shield with her arms, the breathtaking beauty of the woman before him, her cheeks flushed pink against her pale skin, contrasted by her damp, black hair draped over her neck and collarbones in a tantalizing manner, he felt a surge of desire.

Florence,

the shower

him with full makeup, and he

"Whitney, you're done showering..."

had a teasing lilt, his gaze sparked with a flicker of

you need

clearly uncomfortable under his

tall figure imposing. "We're husband and wife, can't I come to

her damp skin, his throat working as his gaze turned even

couldn't stand it

he refrained from making a move, the more she drifted

completely could she truly belong

hooded men knew his secret, what of it? He had been investigating, but to no avail. Perhaps... it was

it was unlikely they could have

child quickly, everything would be set in stone, and her attitude towards him would naturally change.

you can come to talk. But, I was about to go to bed,

hands in his, his touch firm yet tender,

and wife; there's no reason for us

say you'd give

pulled her into his arms, lifting her chin with a gentle smile, "How much longer do you need?

you're ready,

was at a loss for

no desire, only a growing sense

break free from his embrace, but knew she

"Whitney, there's no better time than now. The more we hesitate, the more distant we become.

this was normal, that she had

mind then didn't

thought about it, the more she realized she couldn't

the sheets as a barrier against his warmth, she scrambled for excuses, "Bryce,

dry it, I love how you look