His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 515

There was no technique or gentleness in the kiss.

Only a year and a half of repressed madness and the overwhelming relief of finally getting her back.

He parted her lips with absolute dominance, claiming every inch of her and leaving her zero room to escape.

"Gemma's" mind blanked for a second before she snapped back to reality, pounding her fists against his broad shoulders.

Archer simply captured both of her wrists with one hand, pinning them behind her back, while his free hand cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss immensely.

After what felt like forever, the metallic taste of blood flooded their mouths—she had bitten his lip.

He flinched at the sting, pausing for a fraction of a second. Yet he didn't pull away. Instead, he licked the drop of blood from the corner of his mouth and kissed her even harder, plunging deeper.

It wasn't until she was completely breathless that he finally pulled back half an inch.

He reached up, his thumb wiping the crimson smear from his lip.

"You bastard!" She couldn't even describe what she was feeling, acting purely on instinct as she shoved him away with all her might.

She immediately scrubbed at her lips, her eyes red-rimmed and brimming with absolute devastation and helplessness.

"What do you people want from me?!" Her voice shook as she forced it into a whisper. "Dominic tells me I'm Gemma, dressing me in red gowns and making me eat seafood. You tell me I'm Virginia, showing me all those photos and videos..."

Tears threatened to spill as she buried her face in her hands, her shoulders trembling.

"I don't even know who I am... My head is completely scrambled, so why are you pushing me?"

The forcefully implanted memories and the disjointed fragments constantly flashing in her subconscious were tearing her sanity to shreds every single day. Yet neither man would let her go...

Seeing her in such a shattered state, Archer's jaw locked so tightly it looked carved from stone, a hint of red lining the corners of his eyes.

The overwhelming urge to drag her out of Chicago at all costs was forcefully snuffed out in that instant.

He spoke calmly, but every syllable carried the weight of absolute certainty.

"Gemma's" breath hitched, a faint, agonizing ache blossoming in her chest once again.

She tried to pull her hand back, but he tightened his grip, keeping her slender wrist locked securely in his palm.

"Has Dominic been giving you a hard time?" Archer shifted the topic. His gaze swept over her thin silk nightgown, his brow furrowing with undeniable tension.

"No."

She looked away, dodging his intensely penetrating stare and forcing herself to calm down. "He's just keeping me locked up in here, restricting my movements. Other than that, he hasn't done anything."

Archer breathed a sigh of relief, though a frigid edge still flickered in his eyes.

"Rest easy. He won't be keeping you locked up much longer."