Room for You Novel

Chapter 357 Deep-Seated Trauma

Anastasia wanted to cry out in exasperation, for she should have known better than to trust this man.

“Elliot, I swear, if you think you can—”

However, before she could say the words ‘get away with it’, Elliot inched forward and kissed her.

He intended to get away with this, and it looked like he was succeeding. After all, he couldn’t help himself when it came to Anastasia; it was as if she was his fatal attraction, her presence probing and enticing him like a siren’s call.

Anastasia struggled against him for a few seconds, but it was all for show since she knew there was no escaping the man on top of her. In the end, she succumbed to his kisses, the hunger in her awakening with the way he nibbled and tugged on her lips.

However, there was a voice in the back of her head, albeit a muffled one, that nagged at her and made her keep her guard up. She wasn’t so much worried about someone walking in on them as she was about losing herself to Elliot and his deadly charisma.

She still wasn’t ready to bring their intimacy to the next level, and while the kiss was sweet and lingering, she couldn’t help sensing the danger in it as well. The air that crackled around them as their tension built reminded her of a brewing storm, and any time now, a hurricane would hit them and wreak havoc.

However, with the direction this very intimate kiss was taking, she wasn’t sure how she could keep the floodgates closed any longer, not when the water was already bursting to come through.

his warmth, and his testosterone-driven urgency—was shrouding her like a veil. The voice of reason in her mind was being constantly drowned out by her own desire, and for a moment, it was like

to

huskily, “I want

electric current through her veins, and she shuddered as she willed herself to push him away. “Elliot,

he picked her up from the couch without warning and carried her over

for Elliot to act on his heightened senses. He wanted nothing more than to lay her

push Elliot away, he clasped her wrists and pinned her hands above her head,

Don’t touch me… Go

It was as if her mind did not perceive the man kissing her to be Elliot, but that sc*mbag from five years ago. His strong arms, his towering build, and his domineering, unforgiving

Upon sensing that something was off with her, Elliot stopped and reached out to

from him as she cried,

of her fear. Bewildered, he quickly got off the bed,

curled into a ball on the bed with her eyes tightly closed while her body trembled with insurmountable fear and hurt,

Whatever they had been doing just now—or rather, whatever he had been doing to her—had clearly brought

the edge of the bed, keeping a safe distance as he reached out to stroke her hair gently. It made it seem like he

only then that she opened her misty eyes, and she suddenly became aware of how she had overreacted. She flipped