My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 260

Chapter 260:

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Kristopher leaned down, his lips brushing lightly against her cheek before stopping at her ear. His breath was warm, carrying a faint, woody scent laced with tobacco. “Play for me,” he murmured, his tone husky, lingering in the small space between them.

Carrie’s pulse raced. Normally, she would have refused, but the intensity in his gaze left her flustered. She stepped back, placing a hand on his chest to create some distance. “What do you want to hear? I’m no virtuoso. I only know the beginner pieces… and that song from last time.”

Her reference to Melany’s birthday made his lips quirk in amusement. “If someone had asked you for another song that night,” he teased, “wouldn’t your secret have been exposed?”

“Move aside.” She nudged his foot with hers.

Kristopher stepped back, watching as she pulled out the piano bench and sat down. She looked up at him, her posture poised, but with a hint of defiance in her eyes. “No one did,” she said simply.

He chuckled softly, leaning casually against the wall beside her. “Then play that one.”

Carrie pressed a few test notes, her fingers tentative at first but quickly finding their rhythm. The melody flowed smoothly, her movements elegant and deliberate, as though she were performing for an invisible audience.

The soft glow from the window seemed to highlight her features, her focus giving her an almost ethereal quality.

Kristopher’s gaze wandered, his attention drawn to the slightly forward-leaning posture, which led his eyes downward. He froze briefly, a strange mix of guilt and intrigue washing over him.

He quickly looked away, but his attention snapped back to her, as if drawn to her by some unseen force.

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The music ended, the final note lingering in the air. Before she could rise, Kristopher stepped forward. Without a word, he gently lifted her onto the piano.

Carrie’s breath hitched, her body stiff with panic as she tried to push Kristopher away. His lips pressed firmly against hers, his tongue parting her lips with determined fervor.

Her resistance seemed only to fuel him.

“Not here,” she managed to say, her voice muffled against his insistent kiss.

For Carrie, the piano wasn’t just a piece of furniture; it was a connection to her grandfather—a symbol of his passion and legacy. The thought of their intimacy defiling it made her stomach churn.

Kristopher pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark and smoldering. “You agreed to make love with me?” His voice was low, husky, laced with desire.

Before she could respond, he scooped her into his arms effortlessly, leaving no room for protest. He carried her to her bedroom.

The room was modest but inviting, with comic book posters lining the shelves and floral sheets on the bed that smelled faintly of fresh laundry.

Kristopher set her down gently, his body leaning over hers. She stared up at him, her eyes wide with nervous energy, her lips slightly parted as she struggled to steady her breath.

Her vulnerability shimmered in the soft light, a blend of fear and reluctant anticipation making her even more alluring.

Her thoughts raced. How had they reached this point? How had things escalated so quickly? Yet, the idea of stopping now felt strangely insincere.

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