Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 249

Stella had been head over heels for Ronald for what felt like forever. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when her feelings had shifted from sibling affection to something deeper. Her fondness for him, built up over the years, had seeped deep into her bones.

Catching Ronald's slightly hazy gaze, Stella's heart skipped a beat.

"Ronald," she whispered, her voice barely a tremble.

If he were sober, maybe she…

But he wasn't. Especially after those nights when he'd drink himself into oblivion, forgetting everything that happened. If they crossed a line now, despite him being the initiator, she couldn't help feeling like she was taking advantage of him.

"I'm no saint. Please, snap out of it," Stella choked out.

But in the next moment, her small hand was effortlessly pinned above her head. As her nightgown was pushed up, Stella felt as though her blood had turned to ice.

She grabbed his strong wrist firmly. "Ronald, Ronald."

But then, he seized her hand in his, leaving her no room to struggle.

The room's temperature seemed to rise with the heat emanating from Ronald's skin. Desire filled the air, making Stella's breaths quicken.

"Star, just relax," he murmured in a deep, slightly raspy voice.

Hearing him call her 'Star' sent Stella's mind into a frenzy. Did he know who he was with?

Looking at Ronald's face—the most beautiful she'd ever known—Stella whispered back, "Ronald."

In that moment, her last shred of reason snapped.

Ronald held her wrist with one hand while gently tracing the outline of her cheek with the other.

"Good girl," he said, his eyes clouded yet gleaming as if he'd found a treasure.

Their warm breaths mingled, and Stella was lost in Ronald's tender, blurry gaze, her last bit of sanity slipping away.

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