Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 50

Emma gasped for air like a drowning person pleading for help from the shore.

After what felt like an eternity, the covers were suddenly thrown back. A rush of cold air swept in, instantly stealing what little warmth her body had left. Emma shivered, and her senses sharpened.

She panted heavily, staring at the hazy silhouette in the darkness.

Evan stared back down at her. In the faint light of the room, invisible to Emma, he licked his lips like a wolf about to taste blood.

“I… I don’t want to…”

Relying on her last shred of consciousness, Emma refused again.

But to Evan’s ears, her refusal sounded like a deeper invitation.

“You don’t want to? Emma, you’re already so wet.”

After he spoke, a low chuckle rumbled in his chest.

Whatever else might be said about their relationship, they had always been compatible in bed.

He leaned down, cupped Emma’s face, and gently kissed the corner of her mouth, his tongue slowly sliding inside to tangle with hers.

Reason was all but gone, completely overtaken by desire.

Emma’s last request was a simple one: “Use a condom.”

“Evan, put one on…” she pleaded, her legs pressed against his chest. “Use a condom…”

A dark glint flashed in Evan’s eyes before he responded, “Okay.”

In the darkness, neither could see the other’s face.

Emma heard the sound of the nightstand drawer opening, followed by a box, and then the tearing of a wrapper.

“It’s on.”

Hearing this, Emma reached out, about to check if he was telling the truth.

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