Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282: 282-Tell Me You Want To Touch Me

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"Listen, the point is, touching a drunk person is wrong. You cannot consent to it," he said, his eyes warning me.

However, he did not expect what I was going to do next.

I suddenly grabbed the collar of his shirt, watching his eyes widen and his hands drop to mine where they gripped his shirt.

"Why? Do you not wish to do anything to me?" I asked, watching him swallow and try to step back.

However, his foot slipped on the bathroom floor, and he went down with a thud.

Because I was still gripping his shirt so tightly, I lost my balance and fell on top of him.

Thankfully, his head did not hit the floor. I did not want him to pass out here.

But I could only imagine how much impact his hips and back had taken.

Then again, for a man who was always working out and was so powerful, I doubted it hurt him that badly.

"Did you drop something?" I heard Lucille yell from outside, causing Ragnar to close his eyes and grunt under his breath.

"No," he replied harshly, possibly because he was annoyed.

Then he glared at me, slowly gripping my elbows, pulling my hands away from him, and pushing me back.

By then, he had started crawling backward, trying to reach the wall so he could use it to help himself stand.

I was already on my feet when I rushed toward him and sat on his lap before he could get up.

"What are you doing?" he whispered to me.

We had landed directly beneath the shower. Well, partially beneath it, with the water pouring over half of us.

He grabbed my hands, trying to lift me off him as he shifted back until he was sitting against the wall with me in his lap, but I pulled my hands free and grabbed his collar again.

"Do you not want to?" I asked again.

He frowned.

I sat over his abdomen with my legs parted and my knees on the floor, cold water hitting both of us. This time, my head was above his.

I brought my face closer to his and whispered, "Do you not want to touch me anywhere?"

I released his collar with one hand, took his hand, and placed it over my breast.

The instant his palm pressed against my nipple through the thin, wet silk, both our bodies jolted.

He tried to pull his hand away, but I pressed it more firmly against my breast.

Then I leaned closer and whispered near his face, "Do you not want to lick my nipple?"

I watched his eyes widen as he swallowed hard.

He managed to pull his hand away, and this time, I did not stop him.

But I pressed my body even more firmly against his, leaving only a few inches between our faces, while one of his hands instinctively landed on my back to keep me balanced.

"Do you not want to fall asleep while sucking my nipples?" I added, breathing deeply and heavily.

With every breath I took, I watched his breathing quicken.

He was no longer protesting.

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