Chapter 666

A shiver raced down Nathaniel's spine.

Harrison was like an addictive drug—once tasted, impossible to resist. That intoxicating craving set his blood on fire, burning away all self-control.

He buried his face in her silken hair, his voice rough with desire. "What were you trying to tell me?"

Nathaniel's breathing came heavy and uneven.

Harrison's lashes fluttered like trapped butterflies. A deep blush stained her porcelain cheeks. "Release me this instant!"

His lips brushed against her temple. "Your body tells a different story. It never lies."

Everything was spiraling beyond Harrison's grasp. She shoved against his chest. "Nathaniel!"

Without warning, he nipped at her earlobe. "Tell me, has Oliver ever satisfied you in bed?"

Her pupils dilated. She wanted to silence his filthy mouth. "Because I can tell you're starving for more," Nathaniel continued relentlessly.

The audacity!

Harrison's glare could have melted steel. "Have you no decency?"

A crystalline ringtone shattered the charged atmosphere—her phone.

"That's my phone! Unhand me!"

She fumbled for the device. Oliver's name flashed across the screen.

After combing the airport unsuccessfully for Harrison and Charlotte, Oliver had resorted to calling.

Harrison answered breathlessly. "Yes?"

Oliver's worried voice crackled through. "Where are you? I've searched everywhere—where's Charlotte?"

He remained oblivious to the fates of Charlotte and Victoria.

Harrison opened her mouth. "Charlotte—"

Nathaniel's lips crashed against hers, stealing the words from her tongue.

Her eyes flew wide. Was he insane? She was speaking with Ol—

"Harrison? What's happening? Are you hurt?" Oliver's voice sharpened with alarm.

Nathaniel deepened the kiss, then wrested the phone away. "Evening, Mr. Oliver."

Oliver stammered, "Mr. Falcon? Is Harrison with you?"

Harrison lunged for her phone. "Give that back!"

Nathaniel held it aloft, smirking as she strained futilely on her toes.

"Indeed she is. And perfectly... occupied."

Oliver's tone turned icy. "I don't know what game you're playing, but Harrison's been my wife for three years!"

The marriage claim hung between them.

Harrison stayed silent—this was clearly Oliver's pathetic attempt at provoking jealousy.

Nathaniel stilled. He'd suspected their marital status given Charlotte's age, but hearing it confirmed struck like a physical blow.

"Harrison is mine, and Charlotte is my daughter," Oliver pressed. "Are you truly so desperate to steal another man's family?"

The accusation hung in the air.

Harrison nearly choked on the absurdity.

Nathaniel studied her flushed face, the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

"Then consider me a thief," he purred. "Because I have no intention of returning what's rightfully mine."

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