No Strings Attached

Chapter 7

lan’s kisses had always been assertive and domineering, leaving Clara no chance to escape his grasp. He pinned her against the office desk, one hand firmly cupping her chin while the other held her waist in a vice–like grip.

The soft, sweet sensation of her skin electrified every nerve in his body. The beast within him, trapped for so long, was relentlessly battering against its cage, aching for release.

When he was with Clara, their lovemaking was beautifully in sync. No matter how much he demanded, she went along with his desires. Even on the days she was exhausted to the point of fainting, she never complained.

But now, Clara was beneath him, fiercely defiant, relentlessly struggling for freedom. Hot tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.

lan halted, his fingers, long and well–shaped, gently wiped away the tears from Clara’s eyes, his voice husky with frustrated desire. “Clara, the game between us only ends when I say it does! Do you understand?”

Clara looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, her lips parted and blood–stained. “Ian, I won’t stay for your humiliation!”

not afraid of putting the Bell family out of business, you’re welcome to try!” With that, he stood up, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Clara’s disheveled skirt

saw Heidi standing there, innocently

encounter with Heidi. Their resemblance was uncanny, especially around the eyes and

confirmed. Ian had kept her close, mistaking her intentions because she had been a stand–in for Heidi. Three years of what seemed like mutual

being sliced open. She composed herself,

cold as he stared at Heidi.

drooping like a scolded puppy, her voice choked with emotion. “I’m sorry, lan. I heard you’ve

brow furrowed, his voice devoid of warmth. “Just leave