No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 549

She sat there on the bed, still dazed.

Damian sat up too. He reached over and switched on the bedside lamp, his face slowly coming into focus in the soft glow.

His eyes locked onto hers, and when he spoke, his voice carried that familiar cocky edge. "What, it's only been a few days and you've already forgotten what my hands feel like on you?"

Scarlett didn't answer. She just watched him, wary, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

As she spoke, she shifted away from him.

Something twisted in his chest when he saw her move like that—deliberately putting distance between them.

But he pushed the feeling down. Ignored it. This time, when he spoke, his face was serious. "I came because I wanted to hold you."

Her brow furrowed. She tried to remind him, "Don't do this. Melinda's the one you should be with."

That set him off. His voice rose. "You're the one I want."

She turned her face away, wouldn't look at him. Pointed at the door. "Get out. Or I'll scream."

Damian stayed put on the bed, his expression hardening. "I'm not leaving unless you want me dead outside that door."

She didn't say a word. Just kept her hand aimed at the door.

Her message was clear.

Seeing how set she was, he got up barefoot. Stood there by the bed and started pulling off his clothes without a word.

First his jacket. Then his sweater, his undershirt—until his chest was bare.

The wound on his chest hadn't healed yet. A bandage still covered it.

She wouldn't look. Kept her face turned away.

Damian didn't say anything either. He reached up and ripped the bandage off.

Let it fall to the floor. Then he pressed his finger hard into the wound.

The half-healed skin tore open under the pressure. Blood started seeping out.

Scarlett stood frozen. She could feel the heat radiating from his chest against her back—so warm it almost burned.

His hands locked together over her stomach, holding tight. Like if he let go, she'd slip through his fingers.

She didn't want to hurt him, so she didn't push hard. Just tried to nudge his side gently with her elbow.

Her voice came out soft, almost a whisper. "Damian, why are you lying to yourself? You know my name is just a name. The person who had all those moments with you in the beginning—that wasn't me."

He didn't let go. Pulled her closer instead. "No. My heart knows what it wants. And I take what I want."

She let out a long sigh and turned to face him. The moment she did, he dipped his head and kissed her.

She couldn't pull away. He stole her breath, swallowed every sound she tried to make.

His hand slid under her shirt, found the warmth of her skin.

An electric jolt shot through him.

He couldn't hold back anymore. The kiss deepened, rougher now. His hand moved upward, gripping the hem of her shirt, ready to push it up.