The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 787

The hot springs are scattered across the landscape like hidden gems. Some are tucked away behind thick groves of bamboo for ultimate privacy, while others sit on open-air terraces offering sweeping views of the surrounding mountains.

The corporate team has already dispersed, breaking into small groups to soak, drink, and gossip in the warm water.

Danny is waiting near the entrance of the VIP zone. The moment Tara steps into view, his dark, predatory gaze locks onto her and absolutely refuses to let go. He knows exactly how perfect her body is—he has held her intimately enough to memorize every curve—but seeing her out in the open like this makes his mouth go completely dry.

Truthfully, Tara's heart is hammering against her ribs, and a furious blush creeps up her neck. Danny is standing there shirtless, the low-slung waistline of his trunks doing absolutely nothing to hide the lean, dangerous lines of his physique. It isn't the first time she has seen him bare—she catches glimpses of his V-line when he walks out of their master bathroom with his towel slung low—but seeing the full, sculpted definition of his eight-pack abs under the sunlight is intoxicating. He isn't overly bulky; he is built with the sleek, devastating power of a predator.

Feeling the heat of his stare, Tara shifts awkwardly. "What are you staring at?" she mutters, glaring playfully.

Danny's Adam's apple bobs. He steps into her space, his arm wrapping possessively around her bare waist, pulling her flush against his chest. "Only you," he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

The warm puff of his breath sends a heavy shiver straight down her spine. Tara pushes lightly against his solid chest. "You're being entirely too much right now." She tries to sound annoyed, but a helpless smile tugs at her lips.

"You're staying glued to my side today," Danny warns, his voice dropping an octave, thick with raw possession. "If any other guy looks at you in that swimsuit, I'm going to physically gouge his eyes out."

Tara groans. "It's a completely normal swimsuit, Danny. And can we please go one afternoon without you threatening to mutilate someone?"

"No promises. But I'm not letting you out of my sight." The famously cold, untouchable Mr. Calhoun is currently clinging to her like an overprotective, deeply obsessed shadow.

Bianca snorts from a few feet away, entirely amused by the billionaire's helpless devotion. "You two keep being disgustingly cute. I'm going to go hunt down my handsome VP!"

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