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!”

How could I possibly kiss

forced kisses repulsed her to her core. She couldn’t hold back–she stomped hard on his

a corpse–gone and buried —not crawling out of the grave whenever they please! I’ve got nothing going on with Ivan;

“Lily!”

“breakup” again made John’s expression

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thought of her drawing that line between them; couldn’t stand the idea of

incinerated the cool, rational control he once prided himself on. He didn’t want to

whose woman she was.

came crashing

trying to drag her with him into an endless

fingers gripped her collar and tore it open

get the

push him off; the helpless frustration made

claim her entirely–when his

a call

at Elsa’s

left, both Yvonne and Elsa had likely

to marry into their family; of course she’d

her name flash on the screen,

phone rang again,

the only family he genuinely cared about. What if something had really happened? After hesitating

that several men were

the call ended, she sent

in a crowd, dressed in a fiery red

tonight, she wore heavy makeup, bold red lips, and her every movement seemed designed to hit a man where