Chapter 263
William's fury burned through the air like wildfire.
His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white, the sound of cracking joints echoing in the room.
"Get out!" William roared, delivering a brutal kick to Alexander's chest.
Alexander was sent flying, his body slamming against the doorframe with a sickening thud.
"Sam!" William barked.
Sam immediately pushed the door open.
Without a word, he hauled Alexander up and dragged him out, closing the door softly behind him.
William rushed to the bed in three quick strides.
"Emily..."
His voice trembled as he carefully turned her over.
Tears clung to Emily's lashes, her gaze unfocused as she looked up at him.
"What did he do to you?" William's voice was thick with restrained rage.
Her fingers shook as they clutched his sleeve.
"Hos...pital..." she managed to whisper.
William's eyes swept over her flushed cheeks and dazed expression—and instantly understood.
"You don't need a hospital." He gently cupped her burning face. "I'll help you."
Emily's pupils dilated slightly, her lips trembling as she tried to refuse.
But the drug had taken full effect.
The moment William's lips met hers, the last shred of her resistance shattered.
His familiar scent enveloped her, igniting a primal need for more.
She kissed him back desperately, her fingers twisting into his shirt.
William's breathing grew ragged.
He could hold back no longer, crushing her against him.
......
The fading sunlight spilled across the tangled sheets.
Exhausted, Emily lay draped over William's chest, too spent to even lift a finger.
He pressed a satisfied kiss to her hair.
"You were breathtaking today," he murmured, voice thick with contentment.
Emily kept her eyes closed, pretending to sleep—but her heart skipped a beat.
She knew the truth.
The second half hadn't been the drug's doing at all.
She craved William's touch, reveled in their closeness.
This was a feeling she'd never had for anyone else.
"I'm sorry I was late." William traced her cheek lightly. "But Alexander will pay for this."
"He's your brother," Emily finally whispered, her voice hoarse.
William lifted her face, his gaze burning.
"Yes, he's my brother." His words were deliberate. "But you're mine. Touching you is a death wish."
Emily slowly opened her eyes.
Those three words—"you're mine"—struck her heart like a hammer.