Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 570

As he said it, he reached out and gave the tip of Scarlett's nose a soft tap.

There was so much tenderness in his expression—nothing like his usual arrogant, overbearing self.

For a second, Scarlett was caught off guard, but she quickly doubled down on her threat. "Damian, if you keep talking crap, I swear I'm calling 911."

Damian knew he wasn't going to win this with words, but getting off her wasn't part of the plan either.

He just looked at her for a long moment, and finally, without warning, leaned in and kissed her square on the mouth.

Scarlett's eyes flew open, but before she could react, she heard his voice again, low and amused. "Go ahead. Call them. Tell them I'm assaulting you."

But he didn't give her a chance to respond. The moment the words left his mouth, he kissed her again, deeper this time.

At the same time, he grabbed her hand and guided it under his shirt, pressing her palm flat against his stomach.

She tried to pull away, but he held her there—made her drag her fingers across his skin, over the hard lines of his muscles.

Everywhere her hand touched, she felt heat. Solid, burning heat.

Her face went crimson, like she'd been set on fire from the inside out.

Damian caught the flush spreading across her cheeks and smiled. "Still gonna say you don't feel anything for me?"

"I don't," she insisted.

The second she said it, he shot back, "Then let's make you feel something."

He didn't wait. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to her neck, kissing slowly at first, then teasing with small nips and licks until he reached her earlobe and took it gently between his lips.

A soft sound slipped out of her—something between a gasp and a moan. Her eyes glazed over.

She hated that her body was betraying her, but it was.

Damian lifted his head just enough to look down at her, watching as she softened beneath him.

He was hard, had been for a while, but he held himself back with a kind of restraint that took everything he had.

The dim light carved shadows across his face, masking the hunger in his eyes.

He smirked, gaze dark and warm all at once. "Baby... want me to keep testing?"

Scarlett snapped out of it and glared up at him, furious. "Damian, you're despicable."

She shouted and swung at him, but he caught her wrist easily. Then he leaned in again—pressed his mouth to her cheek, her ear, the line of her collarbone. He stopped just before going lower.

When he looked up, her chest was rising and falling fast, lips parted and trembling.

Damian smiled, and it felt like warmth spilling over her.

"Tell me, baby," he murmured. "Do you want this?"

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