Chapter 812

It wasn't Jonah at the door. Though Jonah was usually bold and quick in his actions, he never crossed my boundaries. So he wouldn't barge in the second I opened the door, pin me against the wall, and kiss me breathless. There was only one person I knew who could do something like this—it was Bruce, the bastard! My lips were sealed, and my back was pressed against the solid wall. Bruce was like a starving lion—greedy and fierce as he claimed my lips. I was caught off guard, so I couldn't make a sound. I was entirely overpowered and unable to move. His familiar and fresh woody scent surrounded me, suffocating and trapping me in an inescapable haze. My mind went blank, and my senses were drowned. I still couldn't resist him, whether it was two years ago or now. It was like Bruce had cast a spell on me, drawing me in again and again. Just then, a chilling breeze slipped through the still-open door, jolting me and clearing the fog in my mind from his suffocating kiss. My eyes flew ope