The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 240 The Drunken Lion Cub

Chapter 240 The Drunken Lion Cub

Lily knew James was a man of integrity–principled and upright. A true gentleman.

He would never hurt her.

So now that she was drunk, her body and mind completely relaxed, all her defenses dropped. She let herself go–free and reckless.

With hazy, intoxicated eyes, she lowered her gaze and took in the man beneath her, pinned to the lounge chair.

He’s really, ridiculously handsome…

Those eyes–so cold and deep–yet when they looked at her earlier, it felt like the entire galaxy had been poured into them.

It was like they were pulling her in, casting a spell.

Swallowing nervously, she couldn’t resist reaching out and gently touching the corner of his eye.

It was true–both he and Simon had flawless phoenix eyes. But somehow, they felt completely different to her.

When she looked into Simon’s eyes, all she felt was annoyance and disgust. It made her want to dig his eyeballs out and feed them to a dog.

But James‘ eyes…

They made her bold. Reckless. Hungry.

She didn’t know how to express just how much she liked those eyes. All she could do was awkwardly cup his face in her hands and press a soft kiss to the corner of his eye.

“Leila…”

His voice was hoarse–thick with tension.

his face so suddenly, kissed him so lightly, like

softness of that kiss–it shattered his last

But she was drunk.

idea what she was

take advantage of her like

them. He kept reminding himself over and over–don’t lose control, don’t cross the

second, she turned

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“Leila, get off!”

stone. A flood of heat, laced with temptation and wild craving, surged through his veins, nearly drowning his

He couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

soul–every last shred–had already surrendered

him. He couldn’t force himself to push her away, He could only grit his teeth and rasp out warnings, over and over,

the same girl who’d looked shy and awkward just hours

she reached up and traced

had always thought men’s skin was

But his…

skin was unbelievably smooth–just as

gave him a sense of distant elegance, untouchable. But it didn’t

skimmed over his cheek, and it felt like she was touching the surface

why are you so

as she murmured in a dreamy whisper, “How do you do it? Your

“I…”

couldn’t even form words, let alone explain that no, he obviously hadn’t used a

demon in his

fingers moved from his cheeks

his heartbeat and his breath

to shut it all out–her closeness, her touch. But even with his eyes closed, the ragged sound