His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 494

The coldness in his voice melted away, revealing an underlying current of panic.

After a long moment, the piercing pain faded. "Gemma" shoved him away hard, her eyes dark and serious.

"I told you, my name is Gemma!" she ground out, enduring the lingering ache in her head as she pushed against his chest. "You have the wrong person! I told you last time, I am Dominic's wife. We have been happily married for years!"

"My husband is just catching up with a friend and will be looking for me any second. I suggest you let me go immediately. If he finds out what kind of person you are, Vanderbilt Group can forget about doing business in Chicago!"

Perhaps it was because they were standing too close, but "Gemma" suddenly felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. She didn't dare meet his eyes.

That phrase—"happily married for years"—felt like a knife plunging directly into Archer's chest, twisting brutally.

The corners of his eyes turned scarlet, his jaw clenching so tight a muscle ticked. The last remaining thread of his rationality completely snapped.

"Happily?" he rasped, his voice rough as gravel. His large hand grabbed the back of her head, and he leaned down, kissing her without any warning.

It was a chaotic, almost self-destructive kiss.

The crisp scent of Oud & Bergamot suffocated her senses. Filled with a desperate need to conquer, he left no room for retreat as he forcefully parted her lips.

"Gemma" widened her eyes, her mind blanking completely.

Archer's kiss was impossibly dominant, yet it brought a terrifyingly familiar sensation that made her heart race.

Snapping back to reality, she fought with everything she had, pushing against his solid chest, but she couldn't move him an inch.

A second later, catching him off guard, she clamped her teeth down hard. The metallic taste of blood flooded her mouth, and he finally pulled back.

But those usually calm, restrained dark eyes were now brimming with agony and disbelief.

"Gemma" didn't give him time to react. She balled her left hand into a fist, raised her right hand, and slapped him across the face with all her might.

The footsteps drew closer, stopping right outside the door.

"Gemma, are you in there?" The doorknob was twisted from the outside, letting out a deadly click.

Panic seized her.

Almost reflexively, she grabbed the lapels of Archer's suit and shoved him hard toward the waist-high janitorial cabinet nearby.

Archer's eyes darkened, but he didn't fight her. Yielding to her push, his towering six-foot frame was forced into the cramped, narrow space.

But just as the cabinet door was about to shut, he reached out and caught her wrist.

"Ginny..."