Chapter 427

Nathaniel hissed through clenched teeth. Harrison hadn't changed - still biting when angry.

Without warning, he shoved her backward, sinking her deep into the plush sofa cushions.

Harrison's petite frame disappeared into the upholstery. As she tried to rise, Nathaniel's muscular form pinned her down.

Her palms flattened against his broad chest. "Nathaniel, what are you--mmph!"

His lips crashed onto hers before she could finish. The sudden assault left her gasping.

Harrison's eyes flew open wide. The last time they'd been this close was in that remote village, when he'd taken what wasn't freely given. Years had passed since then.

Now his crisp cedar scent enveloped her again. His tongue forced its way past her lips, claiming her mouth with ruthless efficiency.

Her mind short-circuited.

"Nathaniel, stop this!"

She writhed beneath him, fingers tangling in his designer suit. A cold metal lapel pin bit into her palm, the sharp pain momentarily stunning her.

Her struggles only inflamed him further. Nathaniel's lips trailed fire down her neck to her earlobe.

"We're divorced! Have you lost your mind?" Harrison shouted.

His response was to start unbuttoning her blouse with practiced ease.

Then - salvation. A melodic ringtone shattered the tense silence.

Harrison fumbled for her phone. Oliver's name flashed on the screen.

"It's Oliver! If you don't stop right now, I'll answer!"

Nathaniel's grip tightened on her jaw. A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Didn't know you enjoyed an audience."

"What?"

His gaze flicked to the caller ID. "Letting your new lover watch his woman with her ex? That's kinkier than I remember you being."

His words struck like a physical blow. Humiliation burned through her veins.

How could he be so vulgar?

Her blouse hung open, hair in disarray, while Nathaniel remained perfectly composed in his tailored suit.

"Answer it," he purred. "Let Oliver decide who pleasures you better."

Harrison saw red.

SMACK!

Her palm connected with his cheek in a sharp crack. This time, Nathaniel didn't dodge. The force snapped his head sideways.

He turned back slowly, eyes glacial. "One slap equals one round."

"What?"

"Hit me again, and we go twice tonight."

Harrison choked on her fury.

Nathaniel claimed her mouth again, his lips moving lower.

She bucked wildly beneath him, but his weight was immovable. Her fingers twisted in his close-cropped hair, yanking hard.

"Why me? If you're so desperate, go find Isabella! Or any of your countless admirers! That woman in silk earlier was practically begging for it!"

She genuinely couldn't comprehend his obsession. That stunning dancer would have gladly satisfied him - why torment her instead?

Nathaniel's fingers found the clasp of her bra.

Harrison bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. Oliver's call was still coming through. With trembling fingers, she finally declined it.