The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 120

Lance’s grip pinned her down, his strength making it impossible for her to break free. She winced, uncomfortable and raw where he held her.

He leaned in close, brushing a barely-there kiss against the corner of her mouth.

“Nathalie, how could you lie to me?” His voice was soft, almost lazy, not a hint of anger.

The words had barely left his lips before he kissed her again, deeper this time, the pressure overwhelming.

She pressed her lips together, trying to turn away, but Lance was relentless. In one swift move, he twisted her onto the sofa, trapping her legs beneath his, her wrists held up over her head. He kissed her again and again, fierce and wild, nothing like his usual calm. There was something untamed in him now—hot, demanding, burning through the space between them, threatening to melt her resistance.

She didn’t want this, not like this.

He kept saying she lied.

But she hadn’t. There was no mistake in her memory. She was the one who had pulled him back from the edge all those years ago. Why didn’t he believe her now? Why was he trying to hurt her like this?

Eight years. They had been together for eight years. Didn’t he know how much she loved him? Wasn’t it obvious? How could he not feel it?

But here he was, choosing spite over trust. Choosing to punish her.

Her heart twisted inside her, pain so sharp it sent shivers across her skin, leaving her trembling with every touch. Still, he forced pleasure from her, a twisted kind of torment she couldn’t escape.

Their breathing was uneven. Clothes slipped to the floor, scattered everywhere. Lance scooped her up, carried her into the bathroom. Under the scalding water, he pressed her against the chilled tile. The shock of heat and cold mixed, making her shake even more. She tried to fight back, but she was too exhausted, and her trembling only seemed to goad him on.

Lance lost himself in her, over and over, as the hours passed and night crept deeper.

Just as she was about to take another, Lance walked in and saw her. His expression darkened as he strode toward her and grabbed her wrist.

“What are you taking? Is it birth control?”

Caught off-guard, Nathalie blinked at him, realizing he looked even angrier now than he had the night before.

“You’re hurting me,” she complained, frowning.

He relaxed his grip and glanced down at the bottle, reading the label. His face twisted with something unreadable. For a moment, he just stared at her, then turned and left without another word.

Nathalie couldn’t hold back a bitter laugh. “Do I even need birth control with you? The whole world knows you can’t have kids.”