Chapter 362
No.1
"Are those lowlifes really so irresistible?" His voice was dangerously soft, his gaze tracing the flush across her cheeks.
Evelyn had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
The dark turbulence in those depths was a warning she knew too well.
Her legs gave out suddenly, sending her collapsing against Alexander's chest.
The unexpected contact froze them both.
His breathing grew noticeably ragged.
Strong arms locked around her, trapping her against him.
No.2
"Let go—" Her voice trembled in a way she didn't recognize.
"Let you go?" Alexander's laugh was icy. "So you can keep throwing yourself at trash?"
His thumb brushed her burning lips, his gaze darkening further.
Evelyn knew—this battle had only just begun.
"The Kingsley family's reputation?"
Evelyn Sinclair let out a soft, mocking laugh.
She stopped resisting. Instead, her slender arms wound around Alexander Kingsley's neck like vines. Her fingertips traced the skin at his nape, teasing with featherlight touches.
No.3
Her thumb grazed the curve of his ear, trailed along his sharp jawline, and finally hovered before his eyes.
A perfect balance of provocation and restraint.
Tilting her face up, she parted her lips. Warm breath laced with damp mist brushed against him. "You worry too much, Lord Alex. My last name is Sinclair. Even if I did something shameful, it wouldn't disgrace the Kingsleys..."
What connection remained between them?
Back when she lived at Royal Gardens, if not for the Kingsleys' reluctant courtesy, Alexander's attitude made clear she didn't even deserve the title of girlfriend.
"What's wrong?" Her voice dripped with deliberate insolence. "Is Lord Alex angry..." Her fingertip pressed against his lips. "...or scared that his toy ran away?"
Alexander seized her wrist with crushing force.
No.4
The next instant, her back slammed against the fountain's edge.
Icy droplets soaked through her thin blouse. His scorching palm branded her waist while his mouth claimed hers with savage intensity.
Evelyn didn't resist.
In the brief moment their lips parted, she nearly laughed aloud.
This madness would become evidence against her later.
Her submission was a crime. Her devotion was a crime. Even her existence was a crime.
"Mmm—" Sharp pain bloomed on her lips.
No.5
He bit her again.
Like she was an inanimate object to be marked with his teeth and blood.
Evelyn shoved against his chest and bit back hard.
The metallic tang of blood filled their mouths.
Alexander froze. Suddenly, his hands gripped her waist and lifted her entire body. She clung to him instinctively, like a drowning woman clutching driftwood.
"Evelyn Sinclair." His eyes burned crimson, voice ragged. "How could you be... so filthy?"
Without warning, he dragged them both into the fountain.
No.6
Freezing water swallowed them whole—
......
"Evelyn Sinclair, how could you be so filthy?"
She'd heard those same words five years ago.
On her eighteenth birthday, the Kingsleys threw her a grand celebration.
Alexander never showed.
After the party, she hid among the rose bushes, wiping away tears.
No.7
Then his voice came from the shadows: "Evelyn, come here. I have a gift for you..."
That night was a blur of sweetness and aching pleasure.
But at dawn, when she tentatively wrapped her arms around him—
He shoved her away violently.
The look he gave her was like she was something vile.
"Evelyn Sinclair, how could you be so filthy?"
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