Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 107

In her rush to corner him for the interview, Winter had changed fast, but she hadn’t had time to change. what she was wearing underneath.

Chris reached in and ripped the silicone nipple covers away from her skin. He crushed the adhesive pasties in his fist until his knuckles made a cracking sound.

“Chris, you’re insane!” Winter cried out in a mix of shame and fury. She couldn’t believe he had actually stripped her of her intimate covers right there in the car.

She lunged forward to claw them back from him, but Chris pinned her waist with one hand and caught her wrists with the other as he leaned down to ruthlessly claim her lips.

The privacy divider had been up since the moment she got in, turning the back seat into its own sealed

space.

A fire had been burning in Chris ever since he saw her in the parking lot. It ate through his composure and his self–control until there was nothing left.

His fingers slid beneath the hem of her skirt. Given what she was wearing above, it was easy to guess what lay beneath. His touch felt like fire as he snapped the delicate lace string of her thong.

Winter was no match for his strength and couldn’t break free, so she let out a sob and bit down hard on his shoulder.

“Let me go, you cripple!”

He kissed the side of her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Even with a busted leg, I can still take you.”

Winter’s period had just ended, which left her body incredibly sensitive. The second he touched her, her body betrayed her. Her strength melted out of her.

The car sped into the gates of Blackwood Manor. After Gavin parked, he stood guard thirty feet away and quietly smoked through five cigarettes. It was only then that the rhythmic swaying of the car finally ceased. 1

Chris brushed a kiss over Winter’s tear–wet lashes. “You won’t be getting a ride tonight, and you’re not leaving Blackwood Manor either. You’re sleeping here.”

The snow had finally stopped.

Wrapped in Chris’s black coat, Winter rode the garage elevator up and went inside.

Mrs. Young saw her and lit up. “Ma’am, you’re back?”

Then Mrs. Young stepped closer and noticed Winter’s damp hair stuck to her cheek and forehead. Her cheeks were flushed, and her legs were bare beneath the coat.

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“Then pay for it with your lives.”

The words hit her like a blade. A harsh ringing filled her ears.

She jolted awake with her eyes unfocused as she stared at the ceiling and gasped for air.

She wondered why she would have a dream like that. She sat up and her hand found her forehead soaked in cold sweat.

As she turned to grab a tissue, she accidentally knocked her bag off the nightstand. It fell, and everything spilled across the floor.

They were just the usual things she kept in her bag, pens and sticky notes for quick notes, along with a few makeup items for touch–ups.

But among the mess sat a small, delicate wooden box.

Winter leaned over to pick it up and opened the lid.

Inside lay the sapphire brooch.

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