The Divorce That Brought Us Back novel Chapter 412

Fuelled by the intoxicating drugs in her system, Nora's frantic resistance eventually melted into a desperate, clinging heat.

That first taste of claiming her was an absolute revelation for Maloney.

It was, tragically, unforgettable in more ways than one.

The aftermath resulted in Nora being rushed straight to the emergency room.

Although the doctor confirmed that her severe internal strain wasn't entirely Maloney's fault—she had just endured a violent physical altercation, frantic struggling, and a dead sprint, all compounded by poor timing in her natural cycle—the perfect storm of trauma culminated in a medical emergency.

But it undoubtedly scarred Maloney's psyche.

So much so that, after they married, he treated her like she was made of spun glass.

"Is this okay?"

On their wedding night, Maloney gripped Nora's hand, his voice rough and heavy.

Nora just stared at him blankly.

She looked exactly like she had the night she was drugged—wide-eyed, slightly lost, and painfully adorable.

Her voice was a fragile whisper. "It's okay."

She said it was okay, but her body language screamed the exact opposite.

Maloney gently pressed her back into the mattress.

She looked absolutely petrified, her fists white-knuckling the bedsheets. Even the lightest caress sent violent tremors racking through her frame.

It had been two months.

Their only prior intimacy had occurred while she was out of her mind.

This was technically their first time sober.

To ease her psychological panic, Maloney had lowered the air conditioning and tucked her securely beneath the heavy duvet.

Nora burst into tears the second he touched her.

The harder she cried, the darker his desires became.

Truthfully, in the excruciating two months between the incident and their wedding day, Maloney had replayed that night in his head relentlessly.

He couldn't stand a vanilla existence.

Especially after he had finally tasted her sweetness.

A wife he won through sheer willpower wasn't just meant to be looked at.

"Don't be scared," Maloney murmured, continuously stroking her hair. "You're safe."

"Mm," Nora choked out a muffled sound.

All of his predatory ambitions.

Shattered into a million pieces by the fragile, broken sound of her weeping.

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