Don’t Fall for Your Ex-Boyfriend’s Brother (Magnolia Ridge #5) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Magnolia Ridge Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
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The hallway feels even smaller as we stand there, locked in a silent battle of wills. The tension between us is palpable, thickening the air around us until it’s nearly suffocating. I can’t help but wonder how things got so complicated between us—how we went from whatever we were before to this charged volatile mess.

Tripp growls low in his throat, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine. Before I can react, he grabs onto my wrist with a firm grip, the roughness of his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. Without a word, he pulls me down the dimly lit hallway, his pace hurried and determined. I stumble slightly, trying to keep up with him, my heart pounding in my chest as the distance between us and the rest of the world grows.

At the end of the hallway, Tripp stops in front of a door I hadn’t even noticed before. He yanks it open, revealing a small, cramped broom closet. Without hesitation, he drags me inside, the darkness of the tiny space wrapping around us like a cocoon. The smell of cleaning supplies and dust fills the air, but it’s quickly overshadowed by the intensity of the moment.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispers, his voice rough and desperate, the words slipping out before I can fully process them.

Before I can respond, he pushes me up against the door, his body pressing into mine with a hunger that’s impossible to ignore. The wood is cold against my back, but the heat between us is searing. Tripp’s lips crash against mine in a fierce, unyielding kiss, his hands moving to lock the door behind us with a sharp click. The sound echoes in the small space, sealing us in, as if this moment is something we can’t escape from, something we’re both powerless to resist.

Chapter 18

Tripp

Millie lets out a soft moan and I match it with a growl of my own. I never considered myself a jealous or possessive man, but that is clearly because I’ve never had the right woman. Watching her and Oliver together just solidified the fact that I’m falling in love with this incredible bookworm. I will no longer stay silent and watch the possibility that someone else could move into the spot where I know I belong.

My hands slide down her perfect body, which has been teasing me in this sexy red sundress, and I gather the material at the bottom. Another moan escapes her and I swallow it down as I lift her dress up enough to expose her panties.

I push against her center and her fingers dig into my back. I do it again, breaking the kiss and moving my lips to her ear. I gently bite it as I once again push against her.

“You feel that,” I growl, moving my hips. “That’s what you do to me, Millie.”

“Tripp,” she whispers as her hands move into my hair.

"I can’t do this anymore. I can’t pretend. The charade is tearing me apart, and the weight of it is suffocating. Every day, I go through the motions, smiling when I need to, acting as if nothing is wrong, as if your absence doesn’t gnaw at my soul. But it does, my little bunny. It affects me in ways I can barely comprehend. It keeps me awake at night, lying in the dark, consumed by thoughts of you. I imagine your touch, the softness of your skin, the warmth of your breath against my neck, and the longing becomes unbearable. Jealousy—something I’ve never truly felt before—now courses through my veins like a wildfire, igniting every nerve in my body. The mere thought of you with someone else drives me to the brink of madness. And then there’s this possessiveness, this primal need to claim you as mine, that I didn’t even know existed within me. It’s as if my very essence is tied to you, and the idea of losing you, of never having you, is a torment I can no longer endure." I lift her and she wraps her legs around me, allowing her to feel my rock hard cock as I squeeze her ass. "You’re mine, Millie. I’ll fight for you with everything I have, but I’m fucking done fighting how I feel. I’ve been battling these emotions, trying to keep them buried, pretending that I can control this overwhelming desire, but I can't anymore. Every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, it’s like a storm raging inside me, tearing down the walls I’ve built. I can’t keep denying what’s been true from the start—you belong to me, just as I belong to you. There’s no more pretending. I’m done pushing this aside. I need you, and I’m not letting you go."

I can’t see her face, but I’m searching it anyway trying to gauge her reaction. She’s breathing heavily and I have no idea if it’s because she feels the same or if she’s on the verge of panicking.


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