Chapter 349

Harrison reminded Nathaniel they were no longer married.

Nathaniel hadn't forgotten, but his grip remained firm. "You're burning up. I'm just trying to help."

Harrison scoffed. "Help doesn't require this. Is this how you 'help' other women too?"

"Other women don't claw at my shirt like you do. You started this."

Her eyes flicked to his collar—one button already missing, torn off by her own hands.

Harrison shoved against his chest. "Get off me!"

Nathaniel pinned her wrists to the mattress and pressed a kiss to her cheek before she could protest further.

He wasn't stopping.

Harrison twisted beneath him. "Nathaniel, we're divorced! If you're that desperate, go find Isabella! Though with your track record, you should probably get tested—wouldn't want to catch something."

Nathaniel laughed, though his jaw tightened. That sharp tongue of hers hadn't dulled at all.

He gripped her chin. "I've never touched Isabella."

What? Never?

Harrison froze.

They'd been together for years. How was that possible?

Seizing her hesitation, Nathaniel crushed his lips against hers. The kiss was rough, relentless, stealing her breath. Harrison fought, but her icy limbs were already warming, skin flushing with frustration.

"Nathaniel, there's no condom!"

His gaze burned into her. "It's your safe period. Your cycle's due any day."

"We still can't!"

"Why?"

"Weren't you the one who said unprotected sex costs extra? Why should I give you the premium experience?"

Nathaniel paused, then smirked. "You should've asked if I'm giving you a choice."

Harrison opened her mouth—only for his lips to silence her again.

Dazed, she clung to one coherent thought: Her cycle was clockwork. It would come any moment now.

Harrison woke to insistent knocking. Morning light seeped through the curtains.

After last night's feverish exhaustion, her body felt drained but healed. She lay curled against Nathaniel's chest, his arms locked around her waist.

Neither had stirred until—

Knock. Knock.

The sound persisted.

Harrison shifted, while Nathaniel's eyes snapped open, instantly alert.

"Someone's at the door," she whispered.

She tried to rise, but his grip tightened. "Who is it?"

Felicity's voice chirped through the wood. "You awake, Nate? It's me."

Nate?

Harrison arched a brow. "Impressive. Your charm even works in remote villages."

Nathaniel shot her a warning look but called back, "I'll be out soon."

"Is your sister feeling better?"

Sister? Since when?

Harrison's glare could have melted steel, but Nathaniel answered smoothly, "Much better."

"My dad's excited about your meeting today! He prepared a feast. We'll wait for you!" Felicity's footsteps faded away.

Harrison propped herself up. "Care to explain, dear brother? Or do you make a habit of lying to innocent girls?"