She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 948

Yet, immediately following the sharp sting, a massive, all-consuming sense of relief washed over her, wrapping her in absolute comfort.

Under the absolute authority and strict punishment of this walking contradiction of a man, her unspeakable, twisted desires and violent urges finally found a safe outlet. Here, she was perfectly contained.

His heavy palm rested firmly on her shoulder, anchoring her in place.

Helena's body pulled taut, her fingers digging desperately into the fine fabric of Morris's dress pants, her knuckles white from the strain.

Throughout it all, Morris remained perfectly composed, his breathing entirely steady, completely unfazed by the intensity of the scene.

Until it was over.

Helena lay limp across his lap, drenched in sweat, looking as though she had just been pulled from a river. She gasped for air, her chest heaving heavily.

"Please..." Helena whimpered, trying to squeeze her eyes shut in overwhelming shame, but his fingers firmly gripped her chin.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Trembling, she forced her tear-filled eyes open. Through her blurred vision, all she could see was his devastatingly handsome face, a face that remained chillingly, brilliantly calm.