A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 1068

Seeing Fabian's lustful gaze upon herself, Hannah lowered her head as she felt the heat creeping up her neck. In huge strides, she hurried to her bedroom with a loud bang as she slammed the door.

Hah! Trying to hide? We'll see how long you can keep that up.

Fabian smirked, deciding to let Hannah of the hook for the moment as he entered the bathroom for a shower.

Before long, Fabian emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a bathrobe.

He headed straight for Hannah's bedroom. Twisting the doorknob, Fabian realized that the door had been locked from within. Nevertheless, it did not faze him.

"Resisting isn't gonna help you, Hannah, much less a locked door. I'll let you know that I have a spare key," declared Fabian to the woman in the room in a sing-song voice.

Hannah, however, completely ignored Fabian from behind the door. She pulled the covers higher up her body, tucking herself tighter in bed.

Seeing the door not opening, Fabian pursed his lips into a thin line. You have been a bad girl tonight, Hannah Young. Guess I'll have to punish you. Fabian turned and walked away to get the spare key he had kept in his room, as if he had predicted something like this to happen.

Click! The door unlocked and opened without a hitch. Fabian entered Hannah's room with an evil sneer on his face, "I gave you a chance to cooperate, too bad you didn't take it. And so, you shall suffer tonight."

Terrified, Hannah raised the covers above her head and hugged them tighter to her body, shivering underneath. Rolling his eyes at the measly attempt of stopping him, Fabian yanked off the blanket in a second, exposing Hannah to thin air.

Sensing the danger in the air, Hannah instinctively rolled off her bed to make a run for it. Before she could, a pair of strong hands caught her and held her firmly, causing her to squirm.

Oh, so now you're resisting my touch? I'm you're freaking husband! "What, still hoping to get away? You've aroused my wrath, so now you're gonna have to pay for it." A chill ran down Hannah's spine as she registered the chill in Fabian's voice, fully aware that she had messed up.

Hannah turned to face Fabian with pleading eyes, only to be awestruck by his disheveled but attractive appearance after his shower.

His features looked as though they were carved by the gods, sharp and defined. His hair wild and unruly; his face reckless and nonchalant; his gaze cold and dominant. Lowering her eyes, Hannah caught sight of his chest, rising and falling to his breath. Water droplets dripped down to his abs, enhancing each of the clear lines. Hovering above her on the bed, Hannah thought Fabian looked very much like a powerful king seated on his throne.