The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 364

Half an hour later.

Milford lay in bed, feeling lightheaded, but his body was burning up. He tugged at his tie, frowning deeply as he tried to clear his head. But the heat grew more intense, as if something was burning in his blood, making his breathing heavy.

"Milford..."

A soft female voice sounded in his ear. He snapped his eyes open to see Tamara sitting by the bed. She was wearing nothing but a sheer nightgown, the neckline open to reveal a large expanse of pale skin.

"You... what are you doing here..."

Shouldn't Tamara be in her own room?

His voice was impossibly husky. Seeing Milford in this state, a look of satisfaction slid through Tamara's eyes. She leaned in close, her fingers gently stroking his chest, her tone soft. "You're drunk. I was worried about you..."

Her breath was right against him, carrying a faint scent that nearly snapped Milford's reason. "Get out... Tamara, don't make me hate you!"

He gritted his teeth.

But Tamara only intensified her efforts, pressing her entire body against him, her red lips brushing his earlobe. "Milford, we're husband and wife... It's okay. I belong to you anyway."

Tamara's voice was light and gentle. Milford's mind was already hazy from the alcohol, and now the drug Tamara had given him was taking effect. As her lips grazed him, the last string of his sanity finally snapped under the strain.

...

The next morning, harsh sunlight poured through the gap in the curtains. Milford snapped his eyes open, his head splitting with pain. He instinctively turned over, only to touch warm, soft skin.

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