When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Kristian’s expression shifted as he feared the noise in the study might rouse Bella from her slumber.

Lowering his voice, he urged, “Are you out of your mind? Aren’t you worried about waking your mother?”

Elizabeth met his gaze with a cold stare.

“Leave.

I need to rest,” she commanded.

Unperturbed, Kristian scoffed, still driven by desire.

Rising to his feet, he advanced toward Elizabeth.

“There’s no one around.

What’s the harm in letting me touch you?”

His eyes roamed over Elizabeth’s figure, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Besides, you’re grown now.

Surely you’ve moved past what happened in the past, haven’t you?”

he spoke, he reached out

recoiled, her patience wearing

delivered a stinging slap across his

get out of here!” she exclaimed, her voice

gaze, particularly knowing he

him with considerable force, leaving half

and he raised his hand, poised to

woman, how dare you lay a hand on me!” he spat venomously, his voice dripping with malice as if he wished to tear

her ground,

she issued

do, remember

you dare touch me, I guarantee

hand hovered in the air, frozen by

face contorted with anger, but slowly, he

smile, he attempted to

“Oh, don’t mind me.

he

longer

no patience for your nonsense,”

anger, Kristian forced a smile and replied, “Of