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 beauty was

the shower was enough to

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

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

his gaze sparked with a

you need

frowned, clearly uncomfortable under

lips as he stood, his tall figure imposing. "We're husband and wife, can't

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

stand it

not touching? The more he refrained from making a

claiming her completely could she

his secret, what of it? He had been

was unlikely they could have bugged

could just sleep with her, get her pregnant with his child quickly, everything would be set in stone, and her attitude towards him would

can come to talk. But, I was about to go to bed, it's late. Whatever

in his, his touch firm

and wife; there's no reason

say

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

if you're ready, what's stopping you

a loss for

heart felt no desire, only a

to break free from his embrace, but knew she

her to 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

normal, that she

up her mind then didn't mean

thought about it, the more she realized

his warmth, she

need to dry it, I love how you look