Chapter 38: Nathaniel’s fury
Those words hit Nathaniel like a grenade going off in his chest. Reason vanished in a flash of white-hot rage. Logic gave way to a storm of raw emotion—fury, jealousy, and a crushing sense of loss.
’She is seeing someone else. That’s why she wants to leave me.’ Those words echoed in his mind like a cruel confirmation.
His blood roared in his ears, and his entire body trembled with rage. He imagined another man in this very car, touching her, kissing her, owning every part of her.
"There can be no man in your life." His eyes were wild, his voice laced with possessive fury.
In one swift, violent motion, he grabbed her jaw and slammed his lips against hers.
Zara gasped into the kiss, completely caught off guard. His mouth was unrelenting, rough, bruising—filled with frustration and claim, not affection. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a warning.
"I’m the only one who can have you," he growled between the heated clash of their mouths.
"Nathaniel, stop—you..." she tried to speak, but he devoured her lips again, cutting her off with another brutal kiss. She shoved at his shoulders, her hands tugging at his hair in desperation.
"You are such a nuisance," he hissed, and in one fierce move, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, locking her in place against the seat.
Their eyes clashed, both of them breathing hard, both filled with fire.
"You—" she began again, but he cut in sharply.