Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216

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Morning didn’t so much arrive as crawl in lazy shafts of light cutting through the blinds, spilling across a battlefield of sheets and bruised skin.

It looked like a crime scene and felt like victory.

Lola was sprawled half on top of him, cheek pressed to his chest, one arm flung across his stomach like she’d claimed him in her sleep. Her hair, silver shot through with faint traces of blond caught the sunlight and glowed against his skin, soft as spilled moonlight. The sight hit him harder than it should have.

Christ, she’s beautiful. And completely wrecked.

Her mouth was half open, a faint snore escaping every few breaths, drool pooling against his ribs. The chaos queen, conqueror of men, currently drooling on his chest.

He bit back a laugh. If anyone else ever saw her like this, he’d have to kill them on principle.

He reached for his phone, angled it just right, and snapped one picture, silent, quick. Not for teasing. For him. Proof that this version of her existed. Proof that after everything, she could still sleep like the world wasn’t trying to burn them alive.

He set the phone down, brushed a thumb over her shoulder, tracing faint marks that looked a lot like fingerprints. There was a bruised scrape at her wrist where the leather had bitten. He kissed it, slow.

A small sound came from her throat half whine, half complaint and she stirred, burrowing deeper against him like she could hide from the morning.

“Everything hurts,” she mumbled, voice muffled by his skin.

He grinned, low and unrepentant. “Suck it up, gattina [kitten]. You asked for it.”

One eye cracked open, hazy and sleepy. “Ugh,” she groaned, then smiled faintly. “Worth it.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Good to know.”

She rolled onto her back, one arm flung over her eyes, the sheet sliding dangerously low. The sunlight traced the curve of her stomach, the line of her hip. He looked because he could.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered, still not opening her eyes.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re already planning a sequel.”

He grinned, leaning closer, voice low. “Funny–you say that like the show isn’t about to start.”

Her arm dropped just enough for her to squint at him. “You’re incorrigible.”

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He didn’t bother arguing. Instead, he slid down the bed, lips trailing a line that made her breath catch and her legs shift restlessly against

the sheets.

By the time he finally pulled away, she was panting, smiling, hair a tangled halo across the pillow.

She exhaled, voice raw with sleep and satisfaction. “My legs already didn’t want to work… you’re not helping.”

He pressed a kiss to her knee, smug and soft all at once. “You’ll manage.”

She laughed quietly, the sound half–asleep but genuine. “God, you’re proud of yourself.”

“Shouldn’t I be?”

“Maybe a little.” She peeked up at him through her lashes, mischief flickering to life. “You might’ve earned it.”

He bent, kissed the corner of her mouth. “Damn right I did.”

She sighed, smiling to herself as he stood, stretching, muscles pulling tight under his skin. “Sadist.”

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