She knew he loved Valerie, yet Terri still conspired with his grandfather to exchange marriages for money.
Any past fondness or affection Blayne had for Terri had long since turned to resentment because of what she had done.
She deserved whatever situation she found herself in now.
Terri felt a dull ache in her chest at his mocking tone.
Her gaze flickered to the object hidden beneath the blanket, and shame burned through her as she instinctively moved to shut the door. “I’m tired. I want to rest.”
Blayne made no move to step back. Instead, he lifted his foot, blocking the door from closing.
With his superior strength, he pushed the door open with ease—finally taking in the full sight of Terri.
She had gotten up in a hurry, wearing only a pair of shorts.
In her rush to get up, she had only put on a pair of shorts. Her legs were slender, fair, and soft—impossibly alluring.
As he took in her appearance, his gaze grew darker and more intense.
Terri had no idea why he had come here so late at night.
But under his unrestrained stare, she instinctively stepped back.
She barely took two steps before her body was suddenly lifted off the floor.
Blayne’s fingers wrapped around her throat, pinning her against the wall.
It was a show of dominance, a silent warning—yet thick with something unmistakably intimate.
His body leaned in, closing the distance.
Terri struggled to breathe, the weightless sensation sending a wave of panic through her. Without meaning to, she wrapped her legs around Blayne’s waist for support.
“You are my woman, Terri. Even if I don’t want you, you don’t get to go looking for someone else.”
Blayne looked down at Terri with a threatening gaze, towering over her.
Because of her movements, it now felt like he was holding her soft, delicate body in his arms.
With such a fragrant, tender warmth so close, Blayne suddenly realized his body was reacting on its own.
His grip tensed for a moment. Terri, feeling the discomfort, took the chance to turn her head and pry his hand away.
As her warmth left him, Blayne was momentarily, instinctively reluctant to let go.
But this wasn’t concern nor was it love. The possessiveness in his words was nothing more than a matter of pride and control.
She didn’t know if he had come to confront her because of some baseless rumors or if Valerie had told him something.