The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 539

Chapter 539 Sweet Revenge

Chapter 539 Sweet Revenge

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But when Lily met James’s dark, smoldering gaze, she couldn’t help thinking his reaction was a little over the top.

Her face burned under the weight of his stare. Flustered, she tried to divert his attention.

“James, how did you manage to find Winston and Jennie so quickly, and convince them to testify against Elsa?”

“I had people keeping tabs on Elsa,” he answered curtly. “As for Winston and Jennie–everyone has weaknesses. You just need to know where to press.”

Lily nodded knowingly, then pressed on, still trying to keep him from staring holes through her. “So Marilyn really was involved in this? She and Elsa…”

But James had already used every ounce of self–control just to answer her first question.

Now, with desire surging and reason collapsing, he couldn’t even hear her words anymore.

All he could see was her–every line of her body luring him closer, pulling him under.

“James? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on me? You–mmph—”

Before she could finish, he had swept her into his arms, one hand clamped around her slender waist, the other sliding across her back, melting her resistance until she was soft as water.

She had wanted to ask more questions, to get him to be serious.

But the moment she opened her lips, his mouth was already on hers, burning her like fire.

“Lily, we agreed in the car. That kiss didn’t count. You owe me another when we got

back.”

His kisses rained down, fierce and unrelenting.

It was like drowning in a vast ocean, her lungs filling with heat, his hoarse, desire–laden voice the only thing that reached her ears.

She wanted to cry.

When had she ever agreed to that? She was exhausted, all she wanted was sleep.

But she knew him–if she didn’t kiss him, he wouldn’t let her rest.

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And truthfully… she did like his kisses, liked the way he tangled her up in him. So she yielded, kissing him back.

She thought her response would satisfy him, calm him, let them sleep.

But the moment she kissed back, he only deepened it, his hand supporting her waist, worshiping every inch of her, as if he meant to consume her whole.

James always woke early.

At first light, his eyes opened—and he realized something soft was draped across him.

He looked down and saw Lily, curled against him like a kitten. She held him tightly, face nestled into his chest, one leg hooked loosely around his waist.

Her nightdress had ridden up in her restless sleep, baring smooth, pale legs pressed close against him.

The contrast of deep wine–red silk and luminous white skin made his breath quicken, his body strain with heat.

Panic flickered through him. He turned his face sharply aside, refusing to look.

He was going to be a father soon–twins, no less. His heart thrilled at the thought.

But her pregnancy was also a torment. He could look, he could kiss, he could taste–but he couldn’t go further.

The heat in his body grew unbearable. His presence pressed too heavily against her, and Lily stirred awake.

She blinked groggily, noticing his face turned away, feigning peaceful sleep.

When she shifted, she felt it–his state.

Her cheeks flamed red, hot as ripe fruit.

He actually…

The leg draped over him felt scorched, and she tried to pull it back.

But then she remembered last night–how he’d kissed her breathless, refusing to stop, his hands roaming with reckless greed.

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A spark of mischief flared in her.

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She dared to lightly kick him, muttering under her breath, “Shameless.”

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Startled, he froze. Guilt prickled through him as if he’d been caught doing something wicked. He clamped his eyes shut, pretending to sleep.

He thought she would settle back down quietly.

But instead, she bared her little fangs.

Grinding her teeth in secret, she reached out and grabbed his chest hard.

He was wearing only shorts, leaving his body conveniently exposed.

If he bullied her and she couldn’t fight back, then now she would take revenge while he “slept.”

Her hand slid lower, squeezing his abs in bold handfuls.

Firm, springy–surprisingly satisfying.

The texture soothed her irritation, each squeeze oddly relieving.

And it served him right.