He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 163

Juniper felt like the destructive tension radiating from him was going to blow the room apart. A suffocating panic gripped her as she tried to scramble toward the opposite side of the bed, but he yanked her back by her ankle. "I said I won't take you. Just stay still. Don't fight me, please?"

His voice carried a raw, desperate edge of pleading.

Sensing the call had connected, Juniper practically shouted into the receiver. "Room 3306! Nelson was drugged or something! Julian, send someone to get him out of here!"

Leaning against a window with a cigarette between his fingers, Julian let out a dark chuckle.

If he intervened now, Nelson would absolutely murder him by dawn.

Still, he played along. "I'll send someone up shortly. I'm tied up at the moment."

Juniper opened her mouth to argue, but a sudden shockwave of sensation made her drop the phone.

Blindly, she tangled her fingers in Nelson's hair, her mind plunging into total chaos.

Nelson was profoundly, incurably addicted to her.

But when he was sober, it was a truth he would take to his grave before admitting.

True to his word, he didn't take her completely. He just devoured her for two agonizing hours, driving her to the absolute edge of a mental breakdown.

When a shred of rationality finally returned, he pulled some tissues from the nightstand to clean up the ruined sheets.

Juniper remained curled into a tight ball, her skin marked with bruises and lingering heat from her ankles to her most intimate curves.

Nelson disappeared into the bathroom for a shower and emerged a while later, standing over the bed.

She hadn't moved an inch. Her long hair cascaded across the pillows, and even her toes were curled tightly, hiding from the world in sheer humiliation.

Nelson sat on the edge of the mattress and gently tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was feather-light, bordering on tender.

Her eyelashes fluttered, but she kept her silence.

A satisfied flush lingered at the corners of his eyes. He leaned down to claim her lips, but she sharply turned her head away.

Her brows were knit in a stubborn scowl, one hand clutching the pillow so tightly her knuckles were stark white.

Holding his position hovering over her, Nelson quietly studied her profile.

Her current devastation, her tears—they were all his doing.

Only his.

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