I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 259

I froze, perched awkwardly on the round table, terrified it would tip over. One hand gripped the golden tablecloth for balance while the other pushed uselessly against his chest.

His kiss was savage, prying my lips apart and conquering me as if he wanted to devour me whole. His hand dug into my waist, sending a sharp pain through me.

That bastard Steven! What the hell was wrong with him?

I thrashed and pushed, but all it did was send my hair flying.

My free hand fumbled across the table, my fingers just brushing against a wine bottle. As I was about to bring it down on his head, he caught my wrist in a crushing grip, and the bottle slipped from my nerveless fingers.

It shattered on the floor.

He cupped my face, a faint, wicked smile on his flushed features. “Trying to hit me again? Zephyra, I don’t fall for the same trick twice.”

The last time, I had split his head open. This time, he was ready for me.

My breathing grew ragged with fury. “You absolute son of a bi—”

He cut me off by grabbing my chin and crashing his lips down on mine again, pushing me back onto the table as he pressed his body against mine.

I sensed his loss of control, a storm of raw frustration and punishment.

Our bodies were flush against each other, without a sliver of space between us. I could feel his arousal.

That damn dog. Was he trying to have drunken sex with me?

He was picky about his surroundings. This was a restaurant, and even in a private room, it was still a restaurant. In our past life, no matter how crazy he got, he never did anything this outrageous. Surely, even drunk, he wouldn’t…

But I was still rigid with a creeping sense of panic, and I fought back with everything I had.

My struggles seemed to only add to his pleasure. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, biting down hard. I yelped in pain and cursed him.

His hot hand slid under the hem of my shirt, his dark eyes glazed with desire. His voice was a raw, husky whisper.

“I told you not to provoke me. Why don’t you ever listen?”

I jumped off the table, furiously wiping my lips and rubbing the throbbing bite mark on my neck. I was so enraged that I swung my hand and slapped him twice across the face.

The fire in my chest still blazed. I raised my hand to strike him again, but he caught my wrist.

He stared at me. Although he was more clear-headed now, the murderous rage gone from his eyes, there was not a hint of remorse for his actions.

“You hit me because I kissed you. Does hitting me more mean you want me to kiss you more?”

“Who wants your kiss? This is your lesson!”

“I don’t like to lose. One slap, one kiss.” He seemed completely sober now, his gaze locked on mine. “If you hit me again, I’ll kiss you again.”

How did that even make sense?

I let out a bitter laugh and wrenched my hand free.