?<strong>Chapter 413:</strong>


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    In the stillness of the room, Ken heard every word of her conversation, his possessive side ring. The sound of “Allison” from Gordon’s mouth made him want to im her even more.


    Allison yanked at Ken’s hair, her re sharp enough to kill, but he ignored the warning.


    His hand roamed boldly, gripping her waist, stoking the fire between them with reckless abandon.


    It was as if he was determined to make her yield to him. She bit back the urge to cover his lips, her mind torn between their dangerous intimacy and the conversation still ying out on the phone.


    “Allison, are you okay? You sound off.” Gordon’s voice grew concerned, and she could hear the jingle of car keys. “Do I need toe over?”


    It seemed he was ready toe over any second.


    “No, no need,” Allison quickly interjected, struggling to keep her voice steady. “I’m just exhausted and need… need to rest.”


    Allison was nearing her limit.


    Her words were a breathless rush, the tension mounting as the danger of being discovered added a sharp edge to the moment.


    The more tension there was, the more the suppression between them, the more it fueled the intensity. The heat between them simmered like moltenva, leaving Allison speechless.


    Her body,pletely overtaken, felt as though it might melt into a puddle.


    Her skin flushed, waves of heat rippling through her as crimson spread across her cheeks.


    With a shaky breath and determination, Allison pressed down on Ken’s shoulders, forcing herself to finish the call. “I’m sleepy. Don’t forget, clean up any loose ends, leave no traces. Good night,” she said, hanging up without a second thought.


    Her fingers slid around Ken’s neck, tightening as she stared at him, her voiceced with both warning and desire. “Ken, you’re ying with fire.”


    Ken felt increasingly trapped in a paradox: captivated by the allure of Allison, yet suffocated by the intensity it brought. There was something about her, a dangerous thrill she had awakened inside him. He couldn’t deny it.


    But he had to.


    This absurd, reckless desire gnawed at his restraint, forcing him to mp down on his own impulses. No. This couldn’t go on. No one in their right mind would indulge such madness. He lowered his gaze, his fingers gently working to pry her hand loose, one finger at a time.


    “Allison,” he whispered, his voice rough like sandpaper on silk, “I don’t want you to lose focus.” The words barely left his lips before he pressed a tender kiss to her fingertips.


    That gentle touch was electrifying, sending a tremor through her.


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