The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 770

Chapter 770

“Baby, I’m so happy. You didn’t run away from me.”

Lawrence kissed her with such desperate aggression that it bruised her lips.

Damaris shoved hard against his chest, her face twisting in utter revulsion. “You reek!”

At her words, Lawrence immediately let go and took two steps back like an obedient dog. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll go wash up right now. I promise I’ll smell amazing before I hold you again.”

With a strangely cheerful bounce in his step, he practically skipped toward the elevator.

Damaris aggressively wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, the disgust radiating off her in waves. But a second later, her arm dropped heavily to her side.

What was the point of wiping it away?

Every inch of her, inside and out, had been violently polluted by him.

He was a predator who had kicked down the door to her life, obliterating everything she was. He didn’t care about her boundaries; he simply bulldozed over her, laying claim to her very existence with his sick,

twisted obsession.

Damaris’s hollow gaze drifted back to the television screen.

She had played the role of the obedient pet, so he rewarded her with a television. But it only picked up a few heavily monitored channels, and she found herself cycling through the same meaningless programs every day. Staring at the glowing screen, her eyes grew devastatingly blank.

When would this nightmare end?

When would he finally grow bored and let her go?

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Her mind spiraled into a dark abyss. Lately, her sleep had been plagued by horrific nightmares. She kept dreaming of Bagot. He would stand in front of her, entirely drenched in blood, smiling gently as he said, “I’m here to take you home, Damaris.”

And then, right before her eyes, a bullet would tear through his skull. She would watch him collapse to the ground, lifeless.

She would wake up screaming, suffocating under a crushing wave of despair.

How could she have a dream like that?

She felt like she deserved to die.

Bagot had to be okay. Nathalie had to be okay. Her parents and her family… they all had to be safe!

If enduring this hell meant keeping them safe, she would do it. She would

take it all.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms locked around her waist from behind. The heavy, musky scent of her own white tea body wash immediately

enveloped her, suffocating her senses.

“Baby, I used your soap. Now we smell exactly the same.” Lawrence nuzzled into her neck like a massive, obsessive predator, burying his face in her hair. He inhaled deeply, breathing her in like she was a highly addictive drug.

“You smell so perfect. So soft. God, baby, I missed you. I ache for you every single second. I’m hard just thinking about you.”

He began trailing wet, biting kisses down her ear, her cheek, and her throat. His breathing turned ragged and heavy. With one violent yank, he tor

te fabric of her dress right down the middle.

utching the ruined silk over her chest. Her brows

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pulled together in absolute panic. “Not out here.”

Lawrence’s striking blue eyes were entirely consumed by a predatory, chaotic lust. He was dangerously close to losing all control, but seeing the genuine panic on her face, he forced a sliver of restraint. Instead of taking her bare on the sofa, be simply scooped her up into his arms.

Shifting his grip, he wrapped her legs firmly around his waist, supporting

he curve of her thighs as he strode purposefully toward the elevator.

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