My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166 Dangerous Proximities

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When two men lay too close, instinct raised an invisible barricade between them. Fiona’s palm slid upward in reflex, flattening against his chest–a small, unmistakable warning.

Sterling said, “We are both men, are we not? What is there to fear?”

Fiona frowned. “I simply have not grown used to it,” she answered. “Tell me–do you dislike men?”

His gaze dropped to her mouth, lingered on its fullness, then rose again. “I do not like men,” he said.

So her suspicion had been right after all. For a handful of silver coins, he had chosen this path, surrendering pride along with flesh.

“I, on the other hand, do favor men,” Fiona said, her tone no heavier than candle smoke. If you do not wish to lose your body for nothing, keep from tempting me. I may be somewhat taken with you, Sterling, but I never force a reluctant partner.”

Sterling neither leaned away nor drew closer; he remained, a statue carved from midnight.

Her fingers tightened on his throat, the gesture almost playful. “Tell me, does the patron behind you stand on equal footing with the Sixth Prince?” she asked, smiling as though inviting him to tea.

A beauty’s smile, even laced with threat, bred no anger. Instead, it roused the urge to seize command.

Sterling’s Adam’s apple rose beneath her touch, the faint rasp of skin sending a ghost of a shiver through her palm. “Yes,” he replied.

“If my benefactor learns about me sneaking out, explaining will be difficult,” Fiona continued. “You know how married men are: nights spent sowing wild oats behind their wives‘ backs. My wife holds no small rank. If she hears of tonight, she will ruin me–and I will be too broke to shower you with silver.”

One brow lifted beneath the mask. “I understand,” Sterling murmured.

“And if the Sixth Prince storms through that door…”

He gave a calm shrug. “Then, quite by accident, I will let my benefactor’s name slip. He will have to grant me a sliver of courtesy.”

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Fiona acknowledged the quick mind behind the mask; anyone who could charm nobles was never simple. By her estimate, even at a gallop, Soren would need at least half an hour to reach them from the distant Zonfrillo Estate.

What would Soren think if he burst in and found her tangled with Sterling on these sheets? Probably nothing that could outweigh profit. In the face of gain, gossip was smoke on the wind.

Mid–thought, she felt Sterling’s fingertips tuck a stray lock from her brow. Slowly, he traced a path–across her forehead, along her closed lids, over the curve of her lips, and down to the tip of her chin.

The gesture was not vulgar, yet tenderness clung to it, ill–timed and unmistakable.

Fiona’s fingers cinched tighter around Sterling’s throat, the pads of her thumbs digging in with deliberate insistence. A flash of pain finally cracked his composure. A low, stifled groan rumbled out of Sterling’s chest, rough as gravel sliding over steel.

“Save those tricks you use on fragile girls,” she hissed, voice pitched low with warning. “They do nothing to me.”

Sterling worked for air, then answered in a rasp that still carried a hint of teasing surrender. “Then tell me–what should I do instead?”

Fiona weighed him for a heartbeat, eyes flicking over every stubborn angle of his face. In one swift pivot, she reversed their positions, forcing him down, swinging astride so the hunter became the hunted. “It should be me treating you this way,” she declared, breath brushing his

ear.

Submission was never written into Sterling’s blood. His eyes slit with feral intent, muscles bunching as he tried to surge up.

Fiona planted both palms on his chest and shoved. The mattress swallowed his protest, and he landed back with a dull thud.

A resigned sigh slipped from him, the sound of a man momentarily conceding to fate.

Footsteps formed outside–soft at first, then unmistakably closing in along the corridor’s timber floor.

Fiona parted her lips to speak, but Sterling caught her waist and hauled her downward, pressing her into the shelter of his arms until their bodies aligned like matching fragments of one pulse.

He had not expected the surge that followed. The bare contact ignited something raw; desire

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flared, sudden and fierce, shaking through his frame.

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