The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 33 You Don’t Get to Call Me Yours Anymore

But as the car door swung open, John got a clear look at his face. The rich kid from the wealthiest family. When had Lily gotten close to him? How dare she flirt with another man behind my back?

Lily was genuinely excited–tomorrow, she’d be voicing for “Born Defiant.”

She hummed a cheerful tune as she stepped out of the elevator. Just as she swiped her key card and opened the hotel room door, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her back. John had pounced like a leopard, slamming her hard against the wall.

“John, what the heck is wrong with you again? Let go of me!”

She had to get up early tomorrow; the last thing she wanted was to deal with one of his tantrums.

She pushed at him, trying to shove him away with all her strength.

But before she could get him off her, his lips came crashing down on hers–furious, burning with rage.

She loathed being tangled up with an ex.

Filled with fury, she used every ounce of strength to push, bite, and kick him.

But the difference in physical strength between a man and a woman was too great. The harder she fought, the more unhinged he became.

He clutched her waist like a beast breaking free from centuries of chains; his kisses grew hotter, wilder- like he wanted to melt her flesh and devour her whole.

“How dare you let Ivan kiss you? Lily, you’re my woman; how dare you let another man touch you?”

His kisses trailed lower in a frenzy, like he was about to sink his teeth into her neck and snap it.

“If you see Ivan again, I swear–I’ll kill him!”

“You’re insane!”

could I possibly

his forced kisses repulsed her to her core. She couldn’t hold

die as strangers. A proper ex should be like a corpse–gone and buried —not crawling out of the grave whenever they please! I’ve got nothing going on with Ivan; but even if I did,

“Lily!”

her say the word “breakup” again made

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thought of her drawing that line between them; couldn’t stand the idea of her kissing–much less sleeping with–another

control he once prided himself on. He didn’t want to hear another cutting word from her mouth; all he wanted now was

whose woman she was.

came crashing back down

her with him

fingers gripped her collar and tore

get the

off; the helpless frustration made her grind

just about to hike up her skirt–to claim her entirely–when his phone

a call from

had been at Elsa’s hospital room

and Elsa had likely guessed

to marry into their family; of course she’d help Elsa get

screen,

rang

family he genuinely cared about. What if something had really

Elsa was at a nightclub, dancing—and that several

call ended, she sent him a

was dancing wildly in a crowd,

she wore heavy makeup, bold red lips, and her every movement seemed