Chapter 67 How On Earth Am I Supposed To Be Strict With You?

Elena’s Point Of View His words hit me like a slap. “I won’t fuck you,” he said finally, his voice low but hard as steel, “while you’re still wearing another man’s ring.” For a second, everything inside me went completely silent. The air between us felt heavy, almost visible, pressing down on my chest until I thought I’d choke on it. My fingers curled into fists on the edge of the vanity, my knuckles pale. He didn’t move away. He didn’t soften. He just stood there, heat radiating off him like a second heartbeat, his breath brushing against my cheek, teasing my skin with every exhale. The humiliation hit first… hot, quick, shameful. Not because of what he’d said, but because part of me wanted him anyway. Part of me wanted to reach up, grab him by the shirt, and pull him into me until there was no space left to breathe. My body was betraying me in real time, every nerve wired toward him, every muscle trembling with need I didn’t want to name. Then came the anger, slow and searing. How da