Chapter 464

Nathaniel's voice cut through the tense silence. "So, are you two planning to share a bed tonight?"

Harrison stiffened, her fingers tightening around her purse. "I could ask you the same thing. Are you and Isabella sleeping together tonight?"

The question hung in the air, unanswered.

Her eyes flickered to his hands as he shrugged off his tailored jacket. The crisp white shirt beneath hugged his broad shoulders, the business vest emphasizing his lean frame. His steel watch glinted under the streetlights, a silent testament to his ruthless elegance.

"We're divorced now. My personal life is none of your concern."

Tires screeched as Nathaniel suddenly swerved the car onto the shoulder. The abrupt movement threw Harrison forward before the seatbelt snapped her back.

"What the hell—"

Her protest died as Nathaniel moved with predatory grace. In one fluid motion, he caged her against the seat, his hands framing her face. Then his mouth crashed down on hers.

The kiss was brutal. Possessive.

Harrison gasped against his lips, shoving at his chest. "Get off me!"

Nathaniel pulled back just enough to hover over her, their breaths mingling. Her floral perfume filled his senses. "Do you love Oliver?"

"Obviously!" The answer came too fast.

"As much as you loved me?" His voice dropped to a dangerous purr.

Harrison's lashes fluttered.

Nathaniel's smirk deepened. "You're brilliant—Dr. Sinclair herself. Yet you married me when I was comatose." His thumb traced her lower lip. "Just how desperate were you?"

The words stung like a slap.

Harrison met his gaze head-on. "I don't love you anymore."

"Really?" Skepticism laced his tone.

She opened her mouth to retort, but Nathaniel claimed her lips again. This kiss was different—all heat and demand. His tongue swept past her defenses, igniting a fire she couldn't deny.

Her fists pounded against his shoulders, but his body pinned her effortlessly. Nathaniel kissed her like a man starved—lips, teeth, tongue devouring. When his mouth trailed down her neck, Harrison gasped.

His hand slid beneath her silk dress.

Heat flooded her cheeks. "Nathaniel, stop!" She grabbed his wrist. "Get your hands off me, you bastard!"

He nipped her earlobe, his voice rough. "Your body betrays you, Harrison. Every. Single. Time."

White-hot fury surged through her veins.

Fine. If he wanted to play dirty...

Harrison fisted his hair and yanked him into a searing kiss. The sudden aggression made Nathaniel freeze—just long enough for her to take control. Her tongue tangled with his, her hands roaming his sculpted chest.

Nathaniel groaned as her nails scraped his abs.

"Tell me," she breathed against his lips. "Do you still want me?"

His pupils dilated.

Harrison smirked, parroting his earlier words. "Mr. Falcon, your body's reacting quite... noticeably."

Nathaniel chuckled darkly, tongue pressing against his cheek.

She held his gaze, unflinching. "What's so funny? You haven't answered me." Her fingers traced his jaw. "Do you still crave me or not?"