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Chapter 46
~Snow’s POV~ Annoyed
I watched the mont Zara’s expression shifted from shock to fury. Her lips parted in surprise when she found the breakfast tray, but it was the note—the ssage in it—that sparked the reaction I’d been waiting for.
"Tricked and Won."
It was perfect. A reminder that despite her bravado and her attempts to push away, I held all the cards.
She was never a player to begin with. I wanted to see her fire, to see if she would snap, or if she’d continue to fight the inevitable.
Her head snapped toward , her eyes blazing with fury.
"Morning, wifey," I greeted casually, leaning back against the pillow, my arms folded behind my head. "Love my present?"
Zara’s hands clenched the note, her knuckles turning white. "You..." She was lost for words, her mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right insult but finding none that could match her fury.
I couldn’t help but smirk. She looked breathtaking like this—dishevelled from sleep, her hair falling ssily around her face, wearing nothing but her silk nightgown, the fabric hugging her in all the right places. But it was her eyes—those fierce, defiant eyes—that captivated the most.
"I thought you’d appreciate the gesture," I continued, keeping my tone light and teasing. "You looked so peaceful this morning. I didn’t want to disturb you. So I figured I’d make breakfast, you know, as a peace offering."
Zara’s eyes narrowed into slits. "Peace offering?" she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. "You think this is a joke, Snow? You tricked . You... you manipulated !" Her words trembled with anger, but behind them, I could sense sothing else.
It wasn’t just anger. It was frustration—frustration at herself, at the situation, at the undeniable pull between us that neither of us could fully control.
She hated it, hated that no matter how much she tried to fight , I always found a way to get under her skin.
Just perfect.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, closing the distance between us. Zara’s body tensed as I approached, but she didn’t back down. Not this ti. Good. I liked it when she fought .
"I didn’t trick you," I said softly, my voice dangerously calm. "I just played the ga better than you."
Her brwos snapped together and for a split second, I thought she might slap again. But instead, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
"You think this is funny?" she hissed. "That you can just push around, make your puppet, and I’ll follow along?"
I tilted my head, my gaze never leaving hers. "You signed the contract, Zara. You made this choice. And whether you want to admit it or not, you are mine. In every way that matters."
Her chest rose and fell with each angry breath, but the conflict remained in her eyes. The part of her that hated how much she was drawn to , how much she craved the very dominance she was fighting against.
I stepped closer, so close I could feel the heat radiating off her body. "Tell , Zara," I whispered my lips just inches from hers. "Why haven’t you walked away? Why are you still here?"
She didn’t answer imdiately, her eyes locked onto mine, her breathing uneven. I could see her struggling, fighting the urge to push away, but unable to.
"I... I hate you," she finally whispered, but even as she said the words, they felt hollow, lacking the conviction she wanted them to have.
I smirked, leaning even closer. "Hate all you want. It won’t change the fact that you’re here. And you’ll stay here, Zara. Because deep down, you don’t hate as much as you want to."
Her eyes widened, and montarily, I thought I saw a flicker of doubt. But then, just as quickly, her walls went back up. She turned her back to , stiffening her posture.
"You’re insufferable," she muttered, her voice laced with frustration.
"And yet, here you are," I countered, my tone playful.
Zara turned sharply, her eyes narrowing. "What do you want from , Snow? Why are you doing this? Besides shouldn’t you be at work? Or what, you want to hear the words you won from my lips?"
I gave her outburst a bit of thought and nodded. "It wouldn’t be bad though."
Zara scoffed. "Get a grip of your ego, dollophead. I won’t. Maybe take your gas to another interested party, like Storm’s mother, for example."
So other interested party...?
Those words replayed in my mind and I couldn’t help smirking. aning she was interested, I see. Good.
"What?!" she fud, clenching her fists at her side as her shoulders squared up.
"I just couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous you are when you’re angry and how cute you get when you fu."
"Urgh! Fuck you, Snow."
I lifted my brows at her, closing the distance between us. "Then get on the bed and open those sexy legs wide for . I promise to give you so real pounding you wouldn’t be able to walk for days."
Anger, irritation and challenge flashed in her eyes as she lifted her hands to smack across the face again, but this ti I was faster.
I’d anticipated it but who could she bla? She wanted it.
Zara tried yanking her hand from my grip but I tightened my hold on her wrist. Using my free hand, I pulled her closer to by her waist, our faces rely an inch apart.
"What? To scared of how your body will respond and how Astrid wants , huh, wifey?"
Zara frowned and pounded on my chest. "Let fucking go," she hollered, pulling with all her might.
"Okay." To her surprise, I released her at the sa ti she yanked back. Not expecting my action, Zara lost her balance and fell backwards.
As sweet as that sight was to see, I didn’t have ti to appreciate the view when she quickly grabbed the first thing her fingers could touch—my shorts and pulled down on her. ’
"Fuck!"
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