The Rose He Killed novel Chapter 288

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Chapter 253: Her Flashback

Nadina pov

My n*****s tightened against my blouse, aching. The scent of his arousal mixed with the cedarwood and leather of the room, making my head spin.

My mouth watered at the sight of his powerful body bare chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat, thighs spread wide, that monstrous c**k in his grip.

Caleb’s head snapped toward the open door. His stormy grey eyes locked onto mine.

For a heartbeat he froze, hand still wrapped around his thick, glistening length.

His jaw twitched. Another low, dangerous moan slipped out as his grip tightened visibly around his c**k, almost defiantly.

I backed away on trembling legs, the carpet soft beneath my heels, my soaked panties clinging obscenely to me. “I-I’m sorry,” I whispered, voice hoarse, before pulling the door almost closed behind me. The latch clicked softly.

The memory faded, leaving me standing in the present-day hotel corridor, thighs still pressed together, body burning with the same shameful heat.

I had spent countless nights imagining how it would feel to have that massive weight pinning me down, feeling the sheer force of him pounding inside of me until I couldn’t breathe or think.

He was a monster in the boardroom and an even bigger monster here in the bedroom – raw power, ruthless dominance, every stroke controlled yet feral And only Bella got to have all of it. The thought burned through me even as fresh slickness coated my thighs.

I reached into my purse and pulled out a tiny spy camera disguised as a black brooch. I pinned it to the front of my dress. If I could trap him into looking like he was hugging or touching me, the video would give me the blackmail material I needed to force him to cooperate.

I took the next elevator up to the penthouse suite floor. The corridor was completely empty, the lights dimmed to a soft, golden glow. I walked silently down the plush rug until I reached room 502.

The door was locked, but I didn’t knock. A quick lie about leaving my tablet in Mr. Black’s suite after our afternoon briefing had been enough to get an extra electronic key card slipped into my palm from the front desk concierge. I swiped the card, and the heavy oak door clicked open.

The suite was dark, save for the pale city lights stretching through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. Caleb was standing by the window, his back to me. He had already taken off his suit jacket, throwing it carelessly over an armchair, and his white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. He held a glass of amber scotch in his right hand.

“I told you to fix your face and finish the meeting, Nadina,” Caleb said, his voice cutting through the quiet room like a knife. He didn’t even turn around to look at me. “I didn’t tell you to follow me to my room.”

I took a slow breath, letting the flimsy red silk gown drape loosely around my legs as I walked across the room toward him.

7.3

Chapter 253 Her Flashback

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The lawyers are gone, Caleb,” I said softly, making my voice sound breathless, vulnerable. I stopped just a Toot behind him, the heat radiating from his back. “You don’t have to put up the walls anymore.”

“You have exactly ten seconds to walk out of that door,” Caleb said, his posture never shifting.

“Why are you fighting this? stepped closer, entirely desperate now. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my chest firmly against his back, letting the camera capture the sheer proximity. Before he could react, I spun around to face him, forcing my body flush against his. I hooked my hand behind his neck, pulled his face down, and pressed my lips hard against his.

I kissed him deeply, moving my mouth over his, rubbing myself against his rigid frame while the brooch camera recorded every single second from inches away.

Caleb froze for a split second in pure shock, and then his hands shot out. He grabbed my shoulders with a brutal, crushing force and shoved me away from him. I stumbled backward, my heels skidding across the

r floorboards until I hit the edge of the desk.

“Are you crazy?” Caleb growled, his face twisted in absolute revulsion. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his grey eyes flashing with a lethal, unbridled fury. “Get out of my room before I have you thrown out of this hotel in handcuffs.”

I stood by the desk, my chest heaving violently under the red silk. I kept my hands folded tightly over my clutch, keeping the tiny brooch completely hidden from his line of sight. He had no idea what I had just captured. He thought this was just a pathetic, failed seduction.

“You will pay for this, Caleb,” I whispered, my voice shaking with a dangerous, bitter venom as I backed toward the door.

“Get out,” he barked, turning his back on me once again,

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