The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 175

As Petty lifted her head, the sharp edge in Franco’s eyes just disappeared.

Before she could let out another word, his mouth was on hers, stealing her breath and cutting off whatever insult she was about to spit. His tongue slipped past her lips, leaving her completely silenced and pinned to the bed, her IV hand held firmly in place.

She felt weak everywhere except for her mouth, and that was the one thing he was determined to keep quiet. His kiss was relentless, making her tongue tingle and her mind fuzz, until finally, when she was gasping for air, he let her go.

His thumb, slightly rough, grazed her now flushed lips. Franco’s dark eyes were locked onto her face, but then he glanced at the rise and fall of her breath, his gaze slowly drifting down.

Petty didn’t even notice her struggle a moment ago had left her bra completely out of position under her pajamas. The curve of her chest peeked through the thin fabric in a way that was impossible to miss.

She opened her eyes, finding his black gaze staring right back at her, deep and unreadable.

She wasn’t the type to let anyone get away with this, not without a fight. Just as she was about to snap at him again, he leaned in, kissing her one more time.

His hand found the back of her neck, holding her still as his thumb quietly brushed a small scar on her jaw. Their eyes met, hers flashing with indignation. Franco’s gaze grew darker. He caught her tongue gently between his teeth, making her yelp and snap her eyes shut.

Franco gave a low laugh.

Then, her pajama top slipped off her shoulders. Franco ripped the sleeve right off her IV arm, letting both her top and bra slip to the floor.

His warm palm pressed against her trembling skin.

Petty tried to push him away with the little strength she had left.

Suddenly, Franco pulled the blanket over her and stood up, leaving the room without a word.

At least the man had some sense. He didn’t take it too far, not while she was sick.

A few minutes later, he came back with a clean pair of pajamas and set them on the bed.

She was so drained from the kisses and the fever, she couldn’t say a thing. All she could do was stare as Franco, face unreadable, tucked her into fresh pajamas and covered her up again.

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