The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 926

"It has been a chaotic time for you, but you've handled every curveball with grace. Just face things head-on and take it one step at a time," Victor advises warmly. "As for the drug trials, don't stress over them. Take your time. If you ever need anything, your mentor and I are always here."

Warmed by his support, Tara smiles. "I know. Thank you. I'll definitely come back to the lab once the dust settles."

They chat casually for a few more minutes. Victor happily congratulates her on finding a wonderful man and wishes her a lifetime of happiness before they finally hang up.

The moment she sets the phone down, before she can even process the conversation, Danny’s towering frame casts a shadow over her. He has been sitting quietly like an obedient, overgrown guard dog, but now he demands her attention. He pulls her flush against his chest.

"Finally, my turn. You were on the phone forever."

"Are you seriously jealous of an elderly mentor?" Tara asks, rolling her eyes. The man's possessiveness knows no bounds.

"Not jealous, just impatient. I think it's time we get some exercise," Danny murmurs. His dark, predatory gaze is heavy with undeniable heat.

Tara blinks. "What kind of exercise?"

"Do you even have to ask? You know the routine by now."

Without waiting for an answer, Danny scoops her effortlessly into his arms and carries her to the master bedroom. His raw physical dominance leaves her breathless as he sets her gently on the mattress and immediately follows her down, pinning her beneath him.

Tara pauses. That... actually makes a twisted sort of sense.

Before she can argue the logic, his mouth crashes over hers. The kiss is deep, intoxicating, and instantly wipes her mind blank. A heavy, suffocating wave of desire crashes over her, lighting her nerve endings on fire.

Danny's kiss is a masterclass in seduction, starting fiercely dominant before melting into a slow, agonizingly tender exploration that strips away the last of her resistance. His hands roam with expert precision, his fingers tracing the sensitive curve of her waist, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

Her thoughts about the mastermind dissolve into the ether, replaced entirely by his heavy musky scent and the scorching heat of his skin against hers. Her half-hearted attempt to push him away turns into a desperate cling as her fingers tangle in his hair.

With a low, dark chuckle, Danny catches her wrists, pinning them above her head as he takes her bare, dragging them both into a night of breathless, consuming intimacy. The temperature in the bedroom skyrockets as the outside world fades into nothing.