Bonds at War: The Untouched is Mine novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 Good Boy (18)

Chapter 197 Good Boy (18+)

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Fate really had a way of laughing in my face.

At the wedding, it was the cursed seat next to him. Now, here I was–pressed against a bare wall, in a half finished house, with Rowan’s breath hot over my lips.

I should’ve been terrified. Maybe even furious. But all I could think as my eyes darted around was how ridiculous this place looked.

The house was stripped down to its bones. There was no furniture in sight, no lights hanging in the living room. It honestly looked like a warehouse.

I clicked my tongue. Is this where he was taking Zaria to?

Rowan’s eyes didn’t move from me. That was when I realized that his gaze wasn’t just on my face. It was everywhere. Roaming, devouring, taking in every bare inch of me.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I cursed silently. Damn it. I nearly forgot I was completely naked. Climbing through that damned stream had also left my skin slick, glistening with water that clung in droplets along my collarbone, thighs, and hair.

I tried to play it off with a scowl, but then I caught the hungry look in his eyes.

He cursed under his breath. “Crap. My dream is going to kill me.”

My brows furrowed. Dream?

Did he think I wasn’t real?

My lips parted slightly, the question stuck in my throat.

Then his voice dropped even lower, rough and guttural, that it made my stomach flip.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“I don’t want to wake up,” he added.

I pursed my lips. So, he really thought I wasn’t real. Honestly, that might be better.

However, his arousal pressing against me was definitely not a dream. It brushed against my bare thigh, sending sparks through me that I desperately tried to ignore.

For a split second, Zaria’s voice flashed in my head like a cruel echo. “You have no idea how good he is in bed. He can ruin you with just his hands, his mouth. He knows exactly what to do with a body. He could make you forget everything.”

She said those words so proudly that I wanted her to lose her ability to speak forever.

My fists clenched, nails biting into my palms. And then, just like that, an idea so reckless, so insane sparked in my mind.

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Chapter 197 Good Boy (180)

What if this was it?

What if this were my revenge?

If I were going back to Eternal Woods anyway… why not leave her something she could never erase? Something that would burn her every time she looked at him.

My lips curved, heat flooding me from the thought of turning this around.

I let my lashes flutter. “Rowan…”

His eyes snapped to mine, his hunger becoming more feral.

I tilted my head slightly, my lips brushing close to his car, testing and teasing. “You want this, right?”

His breath hitched. I felt it against my neck.

The rush of power hit me harder than any adrenaline had tonight. He was at my mercy. He didn’t even realize it, but he was.

I smirked, tilting my hips just enough that he had to bite back a groan.

“You want to be with me, right… puppy?”

I didn’t know where the confidence came from, but it poured out of me like molten lava.

Frankly, after our last encounter, I hadn’t done it again. Not once. Not with him, not with anyone, not even with myself. My body had been on lockdown, a fortress I hadn’t dared to explore ever since Calla came crashing into my life.

Gosh. I can’t think about my daughter right now!

Instead, I focused my gaze on her father, shirt clinging to his chest, pupils blown wide, and lips parted as he breathed heavily.

It appeared he still thought he was dreaming. His eyes were heavy–lidded, glassy, caught somewhere between exhaustion and desire. A man lost to instinct.

We slipped into his bedroom, and my heart thudded hard in my chest when I caught sight of the tent straining against his pants. My lips parted in a sharp inhale, my nerves tangling with something far hungrier.

He reached for the light switch, fumbling, and panic darted through me. If he saw my mark, this illusion would shatter. I leaned close, pressing my lips against the edge of his ear, and whispered, “You don’t want to open the lights, right? You don’t want to wake up.”

A groan ripped from his throat. His chest expanded, rising and falling.

“Good boy,” I murmured, the words rolling off my tongue before I could stop them.

His groan deepened, vibrating through the air between us.

The room was warmer than the rest of the house, the heat wrapping around us in a suffocating blanket. I

2/3 knew I’d regret that warmth later, because it was going to get hot in ways that had nothing to do with the

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