He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 107

He noticed her the instant she stepped into the room. The deep crease between his brows immediately smoothed out. "Ma'am," the maid breathed, visibly sagging with relief. "Clean up the mess on the floor, then leave," she instructed softly. "Right away," the maid hurried to obey. In under five minutes, the debris was cleared, and the door clicked shut behind her. She stepped up to his side, quietly getting to work on changing his dressing. He watched her intently, completely shedding his earlier hostility as he let her peel back the old bandages. Over the past few days, she had grown incredibly efficient, her movements far more confident than her initial, clumsy attempts. She wrapped the new gauze securely in record time. The butler, having lingered near the door, swiftly packed up the medical kit and ducked out. She handed him his anti-inflammatory pills and a glass of water. Staring deeply into her eyes, he issued a low demand, "Feed them to me." She was used to this power play by now. She brought the pills to his lips. As he took them, his warm mouth inevitably brushed against her fingertips. The air instantly thickened with a heavy, dangerous tension. Without thinking, she immediately tried to yank her hand back. That visceral flinch caused his eyes to darken into a predatory glare. The irritation he had just suppressed flared violently back to life. "Ah!" she gasped. His good hand clamped around her wrist like a vice, violently dragging her against the edge of the heavy mahogany desk. The terrified executive on the video call instantly went mute before the screen was abruptly severed into blackness. He pinned her flush against the wood, his massive frame caging her in with a suffocating dominance. "Don't!" she cried out instinctively. Her hands flew to shield her stomach. She was pregnant, and she recognized the dark, ravenous hunger burning in his eyes all too well. He had nearly caused her to miscarry on multiple occasions when his lust overrode his restraint. Her fragile body couldn't survive another ruthless bruising. She looked up at him in pure terror, desperately trying to twist out of his grasp. Before she could even process a coherent thought, he crashed his mouth over hers. The kiss was punishing and raw, sending a sharp ache straight to the back of her throat. Her spine was crushed against the solid desk, leaving her completely immobilized. The awkward angle pulled painfully at her pregnant body, making her feel as though she were being torn apart. She pushed violently against his chest. But her resistance only fueled him, his tongue invading deeper, kissing her with an unrestrained savagery. It wasn't just desire; it was a brutal punishment. "Who gave you permission to pull away from me?" he growled against her bruised lips. The brief break finally allowed her to suck in ragged, desperate breaths. "Don't ever pull away from me, Helena, or you'll severely regret it," he threatened darkly. With a sweep of his arm, he sent the stacks of paperwork crashing to the floor. His large hand locked around her waist with bruising strength. Her lips throbbed with a swollen heat as he swallowed her breathless protests. Driven to the edge by the sheer physical discomfort, tears flooded her eyes. She wanted to cry, but she forced herself to glare back up at him with unyielding defiance. Staring down into those watery, furious eyes, a complex wave of emotion suddenly hit him. He let her go, his twisted arousal instantly vanishing. The second she was free, she scrambled up. Still panting heavily, she didn't waste a single second, spinning on her heel and bolting from the study. He didn't try to stop her, but his gaze followed her fleeing figure, dark and unreadable. Turning his attention back to the laptop, he hit the audio switch. "Carter Miles will lead the rest of the meeting." With that final order, he strode out of the study. Heading downstairs, he found her back in the kitchen. She was cooking again. The private nutritionist's meals rarely appealed to her pregnancy cravings, so she ended up making her own food. And Sebastian was notoriously picky—no matter how many Michelin-star chefs he hired, he despised their food.