Chapter 665

Nathaniel's striking features suddenly dominated Harrison's field of vision, so close he eclipsed everything else.

His strong hands settled possessively on the delicate dip of her waist, his voice a velvet murmur. "Are you hurt?"

Three endless years had passed since they'd last touched. That familiar citrus-and-sandalwood scent enveloped her again. Melting into his warmth made her head swim.

She jerked back to reality. Palms flattening against his broad chest, she shoved with all her strength. "I'm perfectly fine. Release me."

Nathaniel didn't budge. If anything, his grip tightened, pulling her flush against him. "What were you thinking about just now?"

Harrison's lashes fluttered. "Nothing."

"Liar." His lips curved knowingly. "You were thinking about me."

He'd always seen through her.

Their bodies aligned perfectly now—his hardened muscles against her yielding curves—and the atmosphere crackled between them. Harrison twisted away. "Let. Me. Go."

"What if I refuse?"

His arms remained an unbreakable cage.

Regret burned through her. Coming to Falcon Enterprises headquarters had been a mistake.

She writhed, icy fury flashing in her gaze. "Have you no decency? Release me now or I won't be responsible for what happens next."

Like quicksilver, she twisted in his grasp. Nathaniel felt every tantalizing inch of her, and after three years of abstinence, his restraint shattered. Heat pooled low in his abdomen.

Amusement tugged at his lips. "And what precisely do you intend to do, little rebel?"

Harrison glared up through her lashes. "Is this your game? My daughter's been taken and you drag me here—what vile scheme are you plotting?"

One arm banded around her waist while his other hand tilted her chin up.

"Do you even understand what 'taking advantage' means?" His thumb brushed her lower lip. "If I wanted that, we wouldn't be in my office. I'd have you in my penthouse bed. Then I'd propose a trade—'Sleep with me, and I'll find your daughter.'"

Harrison's eyes flashed. Before reason could stop her, her palm connected with his cheek.

The slap wasn't hard, but the sound rang through the room like a gunshot.

Nathaniel's expression darkened dangerously. "You actually hit me."

"You earned it," she shot back.

His voice dropped to a lethal purr. "You've just signed your own punishment."

Without warning, he crushed his mouth to hers.

Harrison's mind blanked. What was happening? He was kissing her—claiming her without permission!

His lips moved with bruising intensity, mapping every curve of her mouth like a man starved. Three years of celibacy had left her body hypersensitive, and against her will, a traitorous shiver ran down her spine.

Nathaniel had always been devastatingly skilled—wealth, power, and sinful expertise combined into one lethal package. Memories she'd buried came flooding back, weakening her knees.

One kiss, and her resistance dissolved like sugar in hot tea. She tore her mouth away. "Stop this—mmph!"

He swallowed her protest, tongue sweeping in to conquer.

Helpless, Harrison's fingers curled into his Brioni lapels. A soft moan escaped as his hand slipped beneath her silk blouse, tracing fiery patterns along her ribcage.

"No... oh!"

Her breath hitched as Nathaniel's touch grew bolder, igniting sensations she'd forgotten existed. The office, her missing child, their bitter history—everything faded beneath the white-hot need he awakened.