Chapter 1131:

Rylie gently slid her hand along Brad’s waist before leaning forward and pulling the blanket over them, concealing them beneath its warmth.

Her slender, warm fingers brushed lightly along his side, sending a subtle shiver through him.

Brad’s breath caught; the tension and anxiety he had carried began to dissolve under her unexpected touch. He reached instinctively for her, but she gripped his wrist firmly.

“Stay still,” Rylie whispered, her voice muffled beneath the blanket.

Brad swallowed, complying at once, his body going perfectly still.

He noticed the faint rustle of fabric shifting, a brief coolness brushing through the material, mingling with the heat building between them.

The last streaks of afternoon light vanished. Shadows and warmth enveloped the room, heightening every sensation.

Rylie teased him with slow, deliberate touches until he was swallowing hard, breath coming faster. His gaze followed the gentle movements beneath the blanket, a low moan escaping his lips.

Rylie drew out his anticipation, the tight coil of tension within him slowly unwinding as warmth spread steadily through his veins.

Nе𝗐 𝗰𝗵𝖺p𝗍e𝗿s evе𝗋y 𝘸е𝗲𝗄 oո g𝘢𝗹ո𝗈𝘃𝘦𝘭ѕ.𝗰оm

“Rylie…” he murmured, his voice trembling just enough to betray his need.

Rylie peeked out from under the blanket, hair slightly disheveled, cheeks flushed, lips parted. Their eyes locked. She leaned closer, brushed her lips against his, and settled carefully into place.

Once they joined, both let out a long, shared breath. Though Rylie had led them here, Brad’s steady strength gradually took over, guiding their rhythm with firm, persistent certainty. Rylie adjusted beneath him, matching his movements.

The quiet sounds of their intimacy lingered for over an hour before fading into a contented silence.

Elsewhere in the safe house, Deandre guided Melany quietly into his bedroom.

Melany leaned cautiously against the wall near the door. Noticing her hesitation, Deandre’s expression darkened.

“Are you honestly that frightened of me?” he asked, his tone low and sharp.

“Am I allowed to go back now?” Melany replied nervously.

Deandre shrugged off his suit jacket, his eyes fixed on her. “Step closer,” he commanded.

Melany hesitated, frozen. Deandre leaned slightly forward, warning, “Remember, your boyfriend is still under my control.”

Hesitantly, Melany took a step forward. Before she could react, Deandre lifted her into his arms and placed her carefully onto a soft armchair.

Once he was sure she was unharmed, Deandre relaxed slightly, running a hand along her back. “Scared, huh?” he said, his voice softer now. “Marinth can get chaotic.”

Melany bowed her head slightly, speaking with careful gentleness. “I’m really not involved with anyone right now.”

A small, amused smile touched Deandre’s lips. “Even if you were, I’d make sure anyone who tried to claim you understood what it means to cross me.”

“Am I nothing more than your possession?” Melany asked quietly, studying him closely. She saw the mischief and possessiveness in his gaze and added, “You wouldn’t let anyone else have what’s yours—even if you didn’t want it anymore.”

Deandre’s brow furrowed. “I never discarded you. I told you it was a misunderstanding. Didn’t today show you who I really am?”

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