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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 772
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Chapter: 772

Before she could finish, his striking face was mere inches from hers.

With a swift move, Tyrone cornered her against the door, sealing her lips with his own, an

expression of his evident frustration.

He was scared.

He was not concerned about whether this would paint him as a coward or not.

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He was reluctant to hear those affirming words directly from her.

For a brief moment, Sabrina’s eyes shot open in surprise. Gathering her strength, she

pushed against his chest, murmuring, “Tyrone… Release me…”

But he remained unyielding. Advancing a step, he wedged her between his legs, clasping

her face in one hand and grabbing her wrists with the other.

His intent had been a mere kiss.

Yet, her lips held a tender and sweet taste. The instant their kiss connected, it instantly

triggered a rush of memories from the nights they’d shared together in his thoughts.

It brought back Jennie’s words about Sabrina’s unique scent.

She had a captivating smell.

He knew how good she smelled, of course.

Those memories, once dormant, now surfaced.

Desire burst out from Tyrone’s body, burning more and more fiercely like a fire.

Drawn irresistibly, Tyrone deepened their embrace, his hand trailing from her cheek, past

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her ear, to the nape of her neck, causing her to shudder.

Their closeness made it unmistakable for Sabrina to sense Tyrone’s growing intensity.

The sharp taste of wine served as a poignant reminder of the unpredictability that alcohol

might induce in Tyrone.

She was flustered and struggled desperately. “Let go of me… Stop…”

Little did she realize that her resistance only fueled Tyrone’s growing inability to rein in his

desires.

With alcohol fueling his senses, a burning heat enveloped Tyrone.

Overwhelming desire threatened to overshadow his reason.

He momentarily relaxed his grip on her wrists.