His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 460

A second later, he suddenly leaned in.

His massive frame carried an overwhelmingly dominant presence.

Virginia's breath hitched, her back pressing flat against the leather seat and the door panel.

"What... what are you doing?"

Archer didn't say a word. He simply reached across her, pulled the seatbelt over her chest, and buckled it with a sharp click.

She blinked in surprise, averting her gaze in embarrassment. "Thank you."

They were incredibly close, their breaths practically mingling in the air between them.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze locking onto her lips, which were painted with a vibrant gloss.

She had just been drinking sparkling water inside the club, leaving a wet, alluring sheen on her lips that sparked a dangerous urge in him to taste them...

Archer's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply. He raised a hand, pressing the pad of his thumb against the corner of her mouth, before turning his head and kissing her heavily.

It was a kiss laced with pure, aggressive dominance.

He parted her lips, sweeping inside with absolute authority, greedily drinking in her sweet taste.

Virginia was kissed breathless, raising her hands to push against his chest. But beneath her palms were only rock-hard muscles, the man's body completely unmovable.

In the front seat, the driver didn't dare to look in the rearview mirror and immediately pressed the button to raise the partition.

The black, soundproof divider slowly glided up, turning the backseat into an entirely private sanctuary.

Archer's breathing grew heavier, and his large hand instinctively slid down her smooth, bare back.

The heat of his palm burned through the thin silk fabric, searing her skin. His long, nimble fingers accurately found the knot tied at the back of her neck and effortlessly pulled it loose.

"Alright," he replied, his voice still painfully raspy. He reached out with incredible restraint, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and said, "Let's go home."

About half an hour later, the car pulled into the South Hill villa.

Virginia had just changed into her slippers and hadn't even taken a step toward the stairs when a powerful grip seized her wrist.

She was spun around, and a second later, she was pinned against the entryway door.

Archer's towering figure pressed down on her once again, one of his legs aggressively forcing its way between hers. He lowered his head and captured her lips yet again.

This time, it was even fiercer and more desperate than in the car.

He was like a starving beast, needing this deeply primal connection to confirm her existence—to confirm that she finally belonged to him.

Virginia had absolutely no power to fight back against the sheer force of his kiss. Her mind went completely blank as she was forced to surrender, letting him take whatever he desired...