The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321

Her breathing grew erratic. Something felt incredibly off.

Two minutes later, the realization hit her.

Silas Sterling abruptly stopped all his movements. His deep eyes locked onto hers, swirling with the dark intensity of an impending storm.

Something was wrong…

Very wrong.

Though his eyes were dark with desire, they lacked any clouded trace of losing control.

Unlike her…

The moment he stopped, an unbearable heat seeped from her very bones, a suffocating wave of desire consuming her from the inside out.

Vivian’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to maintain a calm facade. Feigning casualness, she hooked her arms around him and pulled him closer. “What’s wrong?”

Silas didn’t say a word. He just stared at her with a piercing gaze. Under her desperate, expectant look, he reached up, pulled her hands away from his neck, and slowly rose.

Towering over her, his posture exuded a dominating, predatory aura.

Her lips were already slightly swollen, her cheeks flushed with a deep crimson.

Combined with the fresh marks on her luminous skin…

Any man, with just one glance, would be driven mad by a primal, physiological reaction that would spiral entirely out of control.

Naturally, Silas was no exception.

But the one thing ingrained in him since childhood was restraint.

The more he wanted something, the less he allowed his desires to show.

“Feeling uncomfortable?”

Meeting his unfathomable gaze, Vivian suddenly had her answer.

He had done it on purpose.

He had known the water was spiked from the very beginning.

Her eyes welled up, choked with an overwhelming sense of despair.

“Silas…”

She called his name, but the words died in her throat.

Anything she said would just sound like an excuse.

She had earned very little of his trust to begin with, and trading pieces of her heart had barely yielded anything in return. She couldn’t blame him for that. If anyone was to blame, it was him for being too sharp. If only… if only he were just a little bit more foolish.

Vivian’s grip on his arm tightened, her ragged breathing filled with suppressed agony.

But this was a drug, designed to strip away human inhibition and unleash pure, carnal instinct.

It didn’t take long.

She lifted her gaze. Her beautiful eyes were hazy with raw, unadulterated lust. Looking at the man before her, she was past the point of reasoning or consequences. All she wanted was to tackle him to the ground and tear his clothes off.

“Vivian,” Silas finally spoke. The raw desire in his voice was no less intense than hers, but it was laced with a glacial coldness that seemed to echo from the bottom of an abyss. “This

is the second time you’ve tried to play me for a fool. Tell me, how does it feel?”