Chapter 1201:
His words clearly pointed to Felix.
Linsey had never ventured into such territory with Felix, which meant this kind of encounter was completely foreign to her.
Still, her loyalty made her bristle in defense. “Don’t be ridiculous!”
The quick reply reached Collin, his mood shifting in an instant. Without warning, he swept her onto his lap, dark intent in his eyes.
Linsey flinched, stunned, as Collin’s hand clamped around her neck—firm, cold, merciless. “How do you know?” he growled, his frosty eyes boring into her. “Did you two sleep together?”
The pressure on her throat coiled like a noose, and panic shot through her chest. She clawed at his wrist, gasping, barely able to draw breath. When she finally managed to wrench free, she staggered a step back, coughing through the burn in her throat.
“What does it matter to you?” she snapped, eyes glistening. “He and I are together. If it weren’t for you, we’d be married by now. So yes—it would be natural if we had sex.”
That hit like a spark to dry tinder. Something wild flared in Collin’s eyes—primal, unrestrained.
Without a word, he surged forward, crashing his mouth onto hers with punishing heat, like a man possessed.
“Mmmph!” Linsey whimpered, struggling beneath his weight. Her fists thudded against his chest, nails scraping in desperation.
But the more she resisted, the harder he kissed, devouring her like she was oxygen and he was drowning.
Her body wilted under the onslaught. Tears welled and slipped down her cheeks, the sting of them nothing compared to the helplessness seeping into her bones.
Without hesitation, she sank her teeth into his lower lip hard.
Collin jerked slightly, a guttural sound tearing from his throat. But instead of pulling away, he retaliated by biting down on her tongue.
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“Ah!” she cried out into his mouth, her body trembling violently from the sharp stab of pain.
The taste of blood—metallic and hot—spread between their mouths, and still, Collin didn’t stop. His tongue lashed against hers, fierce, unrelenting, fevered with something twisted.
In the midst of it, her voice broke through the frenzy, mumbled and trembling. “Your cock size is bigger than his!”
At that, Collin froze. His eyes narrowed, lips parting as if to confirm what he had heard. Slowly, he pulled back, his mouth still stained with the taste of her. The fury…
In his eyes dimmed slightly, but his grip on her waist remained iron-strong. “Did you have sex with him?” he asked again.
Linsey shook her head frantically, eyes misted with fresh tears. “No,” she whispered, “we never… we never even touched like that.”
Collin’s mind flashed back to that morning—her tearful confession about stealing her first kiss. If she had really given herself to another man, that moment wouldn’t have held such weight.
He inhaled sharply, drawing his conclusions in silence, then let out a soft scoff. “I’ll believe you. This time,” he said, eyes dark with warning. “But Linsey, if I ever find out you lied to me… You know what I’ll do.”
