The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 162

hapter 162 Shame and Silence

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His grip tightened around her waist, but it still took several tries before James could finally fling Lily across the room–into the corner near the wall.

His voice remained cold and sharp. “I’ll say it again–we both agreed to keep our boundaries. No more physical contact!”

The medicine was starting to work. After being thrown aside, Lily’s clumsy hands had knocked her head against the wall. Finally, the fog in her peach blossom eyes cleared, and her chaotic thoughts began to settle.

Her mind snapped fully awake.

Whether drunk or drugged, Lily had never been the kind to black out.

She remembered everything with crystal clarity.

She remembered stepping out of the restroom, being knocked unconscious, and taken to The Charmer.

She remembered the women who stripped and cleaned her, who forced pills down her throat.

She remembered that in her darkest moment–when she’d been ready to bite through her tongue to end it all–Jamés appeared like a blaze of light, pulling her out of the black pit of hell.

To say he saved her life tonight was no exaggeration.

If he hadn’t shown up when he did, even if she’d managed to die on her own terms, her body would’ve been violated beyond recognition.

But what had she done to him afterward?

She…

Lily raised her eyes–and immediately saw the vivid scratches across James‘ cold, pale chest and the deep red marks trailing from his neck to his collarbone.

Kiss marks.

The buttons on his designer shirt were all undone.

One was even missing–ripped off by her, clearly.

Tonight, she had–

Forced a kiss on him.

Molested him.

Bit him.

Practically-

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Chapter 162 Shame and Silence

As she recalled the chaotic scenes from the car and the bed, Lily was so ashamed she wanted to dig herself a grave and bury herself on the spot.

How could she have acted with such reckless lust, doing so many disgraceful, unforgivable things?

This wasn’t just biting the hand that fed her. She was worse than a venomous snake.

At least the snake only bit the farmer once.

She? She kissed, bit, groped–God only knew how many times.

The deeper she thought, the worse she felt. She smacked herself on the forehead hard.

She wasn’t usually like this. She remembered clearly–about a month ago, she’d encountered Simon.

Rather than touch him inappropriately, she’d jumped into a freezing cold pool to sober herself up.

But now? With James?

She’d turned into a hormone–fueled maniac, completely out of control, practically ripping his clothes off.

Ugh!

Her hands, her mouth, her arms, her legs, her entire self–what the hell had she been doing?!

She wasn’t just ungrateful–she was vile. She wasn’t even human anymore!

“Lily.”

James noticed her eyes had regained focus. The drug had done its job. She was lucid now.

He still had things to say, so he didn’t leave for the study immediately.

Seeing her curled in the corner of the bed, looking like a heap of crushed snow, he spoke sharply, “Get dressed.”

Lily had been so mortified she hadn’t even realized she was still naked under the blanket.

Now she felt even more like scum. She scrambled to pull the blanket tighter around herself, wrapping it securely.

She knew he must have something to say.

Lowering her head, she sat there like a guilty schoolgirl awaiting punishment.

Truly, after what she’d done tonight, she deserved whatever scolding–or even beating–he gave her.

James glanced down at his own shirt and realized how disheveled he looked. He silently buttoned it up— one by one, slow and precise, his face cold and restrained.

Lily peeked up and saw his hands.

Long, pale, well–defined fingers.

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