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, Whitney's

stepping out of the shower was

and Florence always met him with full makeup, and he had no desire to kiss

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

had a teasing lilt, his gaze sparked with

need

clearly uncomfortable under his intense

as he stood, his tall figure imposing. "We're husband and wife, can't I come to see you

his throat working as

couldn't stand it

more he refrained from making a move, the

by claiming her completely could she truly belong to him and settle

of it? He had been investigating, but

unlikely they could have bugged his

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

her heart as she took a step back, stammering, "Of course, you can come to talk. But, I was about to go to bed, it's late. Whatever it is,

retreat, and took her hands in his, his touch firm yet tender,

We're husband and wife; there's no reason for us to sleep separately. It's not

didn't you say you'd give

a gentle smile, "How much longer do you need? Didn't you say

if you're ready,

at a loss for

desire, only a

free from his embrace, but knew

the bed, gently laying her down, "Whitney, there's no better time than now. The more we hesitate, the more distant we become. Let's not wait any

that she had made

mind then didn't mean

she thought about it, the more she realized she couldn't bridge the gap between herself and

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

need to dry it, I