Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte)
Bitten Once Shy Forever 31

Chapter 31

Evangeline's hand deftly found its way into his pants. "You know, I've practiced unbuckling your belt alone at home more times than I can count over the past three years." Walter was a bundle of nerves, his body reacting with a mix of tenderness and tension, the air charged with an unspoken promise.

Before Evangeline could protest, Walter's lips claimed hers in a kiss that set their hearts racing.

Lost in the moment, his tongue explored the sweetness of her mouth, their breaths quickening in unison. Her touch was so enthralling that it left him aching all over.

Caught in the haze of desire, Walter's inner voice screamed that he was done holding back. He yearned to unravel her, to meld her into his very being.

Just then, Evangeline's other hand snapped a photo with her phone. The flash yanked Walter back to reality.

"What are you doing?" he rasped, his voice rough with longing. "You planning to keep that as a keepsake?" With a mighty shove, Evangeline pushed him away, her previously flushed face then smug with victory. Exactly, a memento of our unbreakable bond." She propped herself up, nonchalantly fixing her straps.

Right in front of Walter, she sent the photo of their heated kiss to Julia.

If Walter cared that much about Julia, it was time he got a taste of heartache.

He loomed over her, a brooding presence, watching her send the photo. In a swift motion, he tossed her phone away, then leaned in close, his grip firm on her chin. "Enjoying yourself?"

The fire in his veins was extinguished in an instant.

The air turned icy, but Evangeline's laugh was fearless, sharp as the frost. "Playing with you? It's always a blast."

Her allure vanished in a heartbeat, her eyes void of any warmth. "Walter, this is just the start. I'll have men, and I'll have kids."

Her voice was a grenade, each word detonating years of bitterness. "However, the kids' dad will never be you."

Walter towered over her, his presence as chilling as the grave. "You're willing to throw away your grandfather's life?"

"Take care of your own mess!" With a swift move, Evangeline pushed past him, her emotions in check.

She glanced back, a mix of pity and scorn. "Did you know I wore 'come-hither' perfume? It'll hit you soon. Craving a woman's touch? Wait for Julia. She's on her way, and you two are a match made in heaven."

With that, she walked away, calm and composed, her high heels clicking like a victory march. She was the epitome of pride, nothing like the temptress she had just played.

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Chapter 31

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She had lured him in, only to shut him down.

It was a clear message: She was no longer the girl who would fall for his tricks.

Once, she would have given anything to be his. At this moment, however, she would not give him the time of day.

Walter fought back his rage, his desire. He did not drag her back, did not throw her down.

As she stepped out, his voice cut through the silence, icy and unforgiving. "Evangeline, you think you can play me without paying a price?"

"Do your worst," she shot back without a backward glance.