She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 1002

Melanie pushed back, her stubborn streak flaring up.

They were officially broken up. What gave Preston the right to corner her like a cheating spouse?

Why was she the one shrinking back like she had done something wrong?

"Listen to me very carefully, Mr. Whitmore. We are broken up. Who I laugh with, who I feed, is absolutely none of your business."

"And frankly, even if I—"

Before she could finish the sentence, Preston's hand clamped onto her chin.

The kiss hit her like a lightning strike—completely out of nowhere, yet painfully inevitable.

There was absolutely nothing gentle about it.

It wasn't a soft brush of lips, nor was it a tender, lingering caress.

It was a ferocious, punishing kiss.

It tasted of raw, unadulterated possessiveness.

The harder Melanie fought him, the more brutally Preston devoured her mouth, kissing her with such desperate hunger it felt like he was trying to consume her alive.

*Damn it!*

Melanie cursed in her head.

Did Preston completely lose his mind?

Was he feral?

As she struggled, his hands were demanding, leaving her clothes disheveled as the friction between them ignited.

Melanie quickly realized that the more she fought, the tighter his hold became.

Slowly, the fight drained out of her, and she surrendered to the kiss.

What started as a coercive punishment melted into something devastatingly intoxicating.

As the tension bled from her muscles, the kiss deepened into a consuming, breathless heat.

Melanie kissed him back, their tongues tangling in a desperate, familiar rhythm.

They traded breaths, drowning in the scent of their passion.

The air conditioning was off in the living room, leaving the air thick and suffocatingly hot.

A sheen of sweat broke out across both of their bodies.

This wasn't just a kiss anymore.

It felt like a spark hitting gasoline, a volatile explosion of pent-up desire.

It felt like an eternity before Preston finally tore his mouth away.

He had just calmed down, and she decided to throw a match into the powder keg.

"Can I... take that last sentence back?"

Melanie asked, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.

"No."

Preston's voice was absolute.

"Then what do you want? I'm warning you, if you try anything crazy, I'll never speak to you again!"

Hearing her most vicious threat was just the silent treatment, Preston froze for a fraction of a second.

The electric tension humming between them didn't dissipate; it only grew heavier, hotter, and utterly suffocating.

Melanie stared into Preston's predatory gaze, feeling like she was going to be swallowed whole.

After a long, agonizing silence, Preston finally spoke.

"I know... until Stellaris is cleared of suspicion, you won't get back together with me. I accept that."

His voice was remarkably steady, yet Melanie's heart pounded violently against her ribs.

"But until the dust settles... I won't allow you to get close to anyone. Good guy, bad guy... man or woman. Nobody."