Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 7

Giselle was pinned face-down on the couch, Donovan pressing into her from behind, leaving her struggling to breathe.

Her body fought back on instinct, but the difference in their strength made it pointless. Even though she worked out regularly, she was no match for him.

It felt like he was venting and taking revenge, maybe even punishing her. His ragged breath consumed her whole. Apparently, there was something truly twisted in him.

Giselle closed her eyes, feeling all reason and willpower slip away. At first, she let him take the lead, but then she couldn't help herself. The heat took over, pulling her under until she was lost in its wild, reckless rush.

She had no idea how much time had passed by the time it was over.

Slumped on the couch, her clothes rumpled and out of place, her body ached as if it might come undone. She didn't want to speak or think. She just drifted in a dull, heavy haze.

Meanwhile, Donovan had already pulled up his pants and stood there with quiet satisfaction, calmly buttoning his shirt at a leisurely pace.

His well-tailored gray shirt—now slightly wrinkled where she had gripped it—still fit him perfectly, hugging his lean waist, muscular back, and broad chest.

For a moment, Giselle forgot the tension between them. Her gaze lingered on his tall, imposing frame with a tenderness that almost looked like infatuation.

Donovan smoothed his clothes and turned, only to find Giselle gazing at him, her eyes slightly dazed. But almost instantly, his expression turned icy once more.

"I've said everything that needed to be said tonight. I don't want to see you at the Holt residence again."

He grabbed his phone and car keys and headed for the door without another word.

Giselle was used to his coldness. It hardly affected her anymore. But just as he reached for the doorknob, something made her call out, "Mr. Kane, you forgot to pay, didn't you?"

He stopped in his tracks.

Giselle stared at him with a half-smile, her voice cool and businesslike. "We settled everything last month. Tonight? That's a separate deal."

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