The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 638

The sickeningly sweet smile on Lawrence's face froze.

His deep blue eyes locked onto hers, going dangerously dark as the arm wrapped around her waist began to tighten like a vice.

Sensing the immediate shift in the air, Damaris panicked. "I... I didn't mean it like that! Just don't choke me again!" she cried, instinctively throwing her hands over her head, terrified that his psychotic rage would return and finish the job.

Seeing her tremble in pure terror, a look of wounded frustration flashed across Lawrence's face.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm not mad at you," he murmured, his voice softening. "I'm just a little hurt. I love you so much. I collected everything you made because I cherish you... so how could you say there's something wrong with me?"

A chill ran down Damaris's spine. The obsessive declarations of love flowed from his lips as naturally as breathing.

"Baby, I love you. That's why I treat you like this. I wouldn't even look at another woman," Lawrence coaxed, his tone dropping into a sickeningly affectionate purr as he nuzzled his face affectionately against her cheek.

Damaris felt her stomach churn with revulsion. "Then go look at them! There are thousands of women out there who would kill for your attention, and I don't want it!"

Lawrence paused, his face still pressed against hers. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. "Baby, you always say the most hurtful things."

When he opened his eyes again, the dark obsession in them had intensified. "My sweet girl, your mouth is really only good for kissing."

Before she could react, he crashed his lips down onto hers.

"Mmph!"

Caught completely off guard, he invaded her mouth with feral intensity, consuming her lips like a starving predator. It wasn't a kiss; it was a savage possession.

His tongue forced its way past her teeth, pushing deep into her mouth, completely dominating her senses. The sheer aggression of it brought frustrated tears to her eyes.

Damaris clenched her hand into a fist, absolutely refusing to touch him.

Lawrence just pressed himself tighter against her, grinding his hips into hers. "I missed you. I missed you so much. Every fiber of my being has been screaming for you. Baby, let's do it right here. We'll do it while you look at your collection. That way, you'll never dare try to pull a stunt like this again."

He dragged his lips down her jaw, biting and soothing the sensitive skin behind her ear. His words were vile and degrading, his hands expertly finding her most sensitive spots, sparking a humiliating heat beneath her skin.

A furious flush burned across Damaris's cheeks. She tried to push him away, but in one fluid motion, he snatched both of her wrists with one large hand, pinned them high above her head, and slammed her against the wine rack.

He spun her around, pressing her back against the glass bottles, caging her completely against his hard body to ensure every inch of her curves was flush against him.

"Look at them, baby. You made every single one of these," Lawrence whispered into her ear, his hot breath scalding her skin. "Good thing no one else found them. Otherwise... I would have been so angry."