Chapter 270
Chapter 270:
The private elevator opened directly into the Presidential Suite. Cole carried her into the massive living room, crossed to the plush velvet sofa, and lowered her down with agonizing care. He didn’t stand. He dropped to one knee, positioning his massive frame directly in front of her, his hands planted on the cushions on either side of her, caging her in place.
He raised his right hand, fingers trembling slightly as he reached toward the swollen red mark on her cheek. His chest tightened with a suffocating mixture of guilt and protective rage.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice thick, raw, and stripped entirely of its usual arrogance.
The moment his fingertips neared her skin, June reacted. She snapped her head to the side in a sharp, visceral flinch, staring at his hand as though something diseased had reached for her face.
That tiny, instinctive movement of pure revulsion drove straight through Cole’s chest like a bullet.
His hand froze in midair. The soft vulnerability in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by the dark, familiar shadow of his obsessive paranoia. He lowered his hand slowly, jaw clenching until the muscles jumped beneath his skin.
“Why do you flinch from me?” he demanded, his voice dropping into a freezing, dangerous register. “I just saved your life p>
ո𝗲𝗐 с𝘩𝗮𝗉𝗍𝘦𝗿ѕ 𝗲𝘷е𝗿𝘆 𝗐𝗲𝖾𝘬 o𝘯
June turned her head back to face him. Her eyes were so cold they could have stopped a clock.
“So what?” she said, her tone laced with razor-sharp mockery. “Am I supposed to fall to my knees and thank you? Am I supposed to forget every single disgusting thing you have done to me because you threw a few punches p>
She leaned forward slightly, her gaze cutting directly into him.
“You didn’t save me because you love me, Cole,” she said, each word operating with surgical precision. “You saved me because you view me as your personal property. Your toy was about to be broken by someone else, and your fragile, pathetic ego simply could not tolerate the insult p>
The brutal accuracy of it hit him like a blow across the face. His skin went a sickly, ash-gray. The humiliation of being read so completely, combined with the agonizing certainty that she truly despised him, pushed his unstable mind over the edge.
Cole let out a low, guttural sound. He lunged forward and slammed both hands down onto the sofa cushions, one on each side of her hips, blocking out the light with the mass of his body.
His eyes were completely bloodshot, burning with a desperate, unhinged fire. His chest heaved, his breath washing hot across her face.
“Toy?” he snarled, his voice vibrating with madness. “I am your husband p>
He needed to prove it. He lowered his head, driving his mouth toward hers in a violent, desperate attempt to silence her with his physical dominance.
June’s eyes went wide. She twisted her face away sharply, her hands coming up to shove against his shoulders, but his weight was an immovable wall of muscle.
Just as his lips brushed the corner of her mouth, a sharp, obnoxious electronic noise shattered the silence.
Message from Noa: Lovely readers, I hope you have a great time these days. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. p>