Chapter 526 Wheel

It was maddening. Adele's body craved Ross, longed for him, even as her mind screamed in protest. 

She felt like a stranger to herself, as if Ross had awakened something primal and insatiable within her—something that refused to be ignored.

"I'm going crazy," Adele muttered under her breath, shaking her head as if to physically dislodge the thoughts. 

She stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over her glass of milk, and paced the kitchen. 

She needed to distract herself, to focus on anything other than the heat pooling between her legs and the relentless ache that seemed to grow with every passing second. 

She cleaned the spill. 

She poured herself another glass of milk, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to steady her breathing. 

All she wanted was a peaceful night's sleep, free from the dreams that had been plaguing her—dreams of Ross, of his hands on her body, of his cock driving into her with a force that left her breathless.