His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 388

Virginia hesitated slightly. She turned her head away, avoiding his searing gaze and the heavy scent of alcohol rolling off him. "You're drunk. Go take a shower first..."

"Answer me!" he demanded, suddenly tightening his grip. He pinned her wrists above her head against the pillow, forcing her to arch up and meet his eyes.

His usually calm and composed dark eyes were now swimming with absolute frustration and resentment.

How could she remain so agonizingly unbothered?!

Without waiting for her response, he dipped his head and claimed her rosy lips with a savage kiss.

Gone was his usual restraint and gentleness; it was pure, punishing domination.

Archer parted her lips, recklessly dragging her down into the intoxicating depths with him.

His large hand traced the flawless curve of her waist, kneading and caressing her with desperate urgency.

His mouth trailed down from the corner of her lips, moving to her neck and across her luminous collarbones, leaving a string of heated marks in his wake.

"Archer... use protection..."

Arching her back, Virginia managed a breathless reminder before her mind fully succumbed to the haze of pleasure.

Archer paused. As a form of punishment, he nipped her collarbone, pulling a soft gasp from her lips.

He didn't stop his assault; instead, he pulled her flush against his body.

That night, the passion in the master bedroom didn't quiet down until well past midnight.

Driven by a loss of control, Archer sought his release relentlessly, taking her time and time again without any protection.

...

The following morning.

Archer opened his eyes.

The hangover combined with a night of complete abandon left him chuckling softly as he massaged his throbbing temples.

He reached out to pull the woman beside him into his arms, only to grasp empty air. The sheets next to him were entirely cold. She was gone.

Frowning, he threw off the covers, slipped on his robe, and went downstairs to find her.

"We both lost control last night. This was the only way I could fix it." She looked down at the crumpled box on the floor, her long lashes masking the emotions in her eyes.

Archer could scarcely believe what he was hearing.

Snapping out of his shock, he lunged forward, grabbing her by the shoulders. "What exactly do you mean by that?!"

"I have said it countless times. I will not have any more children. Cynthia is enough for me." Virginia raised her gaze, staring him straight in the eyes, emphasizing every single word.

That statement struck directly at his deepest vulnerability.

His grip faltered, his hands dropping to his sides as he staggered a half-step backward.

"Fine! Virginia, just fine!"

He spun around, not sparing her another glance. Snatching his keys and phone off the console table, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

The deafening crash echoed throughout the house.

Virginia stood rooted to the spot, staring at the closed door, finally unclenching her tight fists.