The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 73

“What are you doing? Let go of me!”

Nathalie’s voice trembled with shock as she struggled, both hands against Lance’s chest, trying to put space between them. He smelled strongly of alcohol, breath warm and heavy as he pressed her down, their bodies fitting together far too easily.

His breath brushed her ear, making her skin tingle. “Who did you meet at BlueNight?”

His voice came out low and rough, words hot against her skin. A shiver raced down her spine and she hated how much her body remembered him, how it still reacted even now.

She reminded herself she was supposed to be done with him. She was determined to let go, yet just feeling him this close, just one touch, and everything inside her started spiraling out of control.

The pull between them was like a bad habit she couldn’t shake. Dangerous, addictive, impossible to quit.

She’d worked so hard to put up walls, to keep him at a distance. But instead of listening, he just got even closer, lips brushing her ear.

“Nathalie, who did you see? Who made you laugh like that? What were you talking about, huh?”

She had no idea what he was accusing her of. His questions sounded as if he thought she was cheating—when it was him who betrayed her.

She jerked her face away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re drunk. Let me go.”

Her slender neck was exposed as she turned her head. His eyes darkened, throat moving like he was fighting for air. Her cold tone only made him more desperate for her warmth.

Suddenly his lips were on her neck, hot and possessive. He didn’t just kiss her—he let his mouth linger, leaving dark marks on her skin. Her eyes widened in shock as she fought harder to break free.

But Lance just grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back, forcing her chest up against his. He bent closer, his kisses turning urgent, almost wild.

“Lance, stop! Let me go!”

“I’m shameless?” His voice was a low growl as a bitter smile tugged at his lips. “We’re still married. We’re husband and wife. Isn’t this what married people do?”

He scooped her into his arms before she could protest and strode toward the bedroom.

Nathalie’s heart pounded as his intensity threatened to crush her. She twisted, protesting in a rush. “Put me down, Lance. Just because we’re married doesn’t mean you get to touch me without my permission!”

Lance tossed her on the bed. His large frame hovered over her, strong and unyielding. “Since when have I ever asked for your permission?”

He crashed his lips onto hers, rough with jealousy, mind clouded by images of her in someone else’s arms.

He was losing himself, lost to the kind of jealousy that burned straight through him.