Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1183

The heavy glass tumbler that had been sitting on the sink counter was brutally swept onto the floor, exploding into jagged, glittering shards.

Before Noreen could even scream, Seth grabbed the largest piece of broken glass. Without a second of hesitation, he slashed the jagged edge across the palm of his left hand.

Blood instantly welled up, spilling through his fingers.

He let out a low grunt, his body violently convulsing. The blinding heat threatening to incinerate his mind was forcefully beaten back by the sharp, agonizing pain in his hand.

He braced himself against the floor, the veins in his arms bulging as crimson blood dripped down his palm. One drop, then another, splattering onto the broken glass covering the tiles.

Relying on this near-masochistic clarity, he finally spoke. "I called Jude. He should be here soon. Leave."

Noreen stared at the blood staining the white porcelain, her eyes growing red with a mix of fury and heartbreak.

But Seth acted as if he couldn't feel the pain at all. Panting heavily, he hoarsely repeated the one rule he had clung to like a lifeline. "I promised you. Unless you give me permission, I will never cross the line."

His stubbornness was maddening.

Trembling with anger, Noreen suddenly surged forward and bit down hard on his lower lip. It wasn't gentle; it carried a desperate bite of frustration.

Seth went rigid again. The fragile thread of sanity he had bought with his own blood wavered dangerously.

He winced, his breathing chaotic. "You..."

Noreen stayed pressed against his lips, her breath scorching hot as she spoke with fierce determination. "If you don't kiss me right now, I'm never speaking to you again."

Seth's breath hitched. A violent storm of desire and restraint raged in his dark eyes. Swallowing hard, he still couldn't let himself believe it. "...Are you... sure?"

He was actually still asking.

Noreen completely lost her patience. Reaching out, she grabbed the collar of his soaked shirt and ripped it open. Buttons tore loose, clattering against the tiles and broken glass.

Her fingers traced a path up his wet, hard chest, hooking around his neck to pull him down to her level. She gritted her teeth, her breathless voice laced with attitude. "You talk too much."

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