The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 179

Chapter 179:

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Nate’s eyebrow arched upward, dark eyes glinting dangerously as he gazed at her, his dominant aura closing in. She continued backing away until her heel caught the sofa’s edge, sending her tumbling backward.

Her fingers, still hooked in his tie, pulled him down with her.

Nate braced himself on the sofa, one knee planted beside her, his arms caging her head. His tall frame enveloped her completely.

“Planning to apologize through actions?” His voice, though cold, carried a seductive undertone that resonated like a drumbeat in her heart.

“It was just an accident. Could you please get up?”

“No!” His swift refusal accompanied his descent until his lips barely grazed her cheek.

“Corrine, you make me feel insecure.”

“You’re a man; why do you need a sense of security?” The concept seemed distinctly feminine to her.

A smirk played across his lips as his well-defined fingers tilted her chin upward, his thumb caressing her lips.

“Because I care deeply, I worry constantly.” His words left her speechless, offering no room for argument.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“To leave my mark.”

Before she could process his meaning, he lowered his head and bit the sensitive skin of her neck. His warm breath against her skin felt like a brand.

Satisfaction darkened his eyes as he observed the mark, a faint smile playing at his lips.

“Now that you bear my mark, I feel secure.”

Corrine maintained her composure, regarding him silently.

Then, without warning, she tightened her grip on his tie, pulled him closer, and sank her teeth into his Adam’s apple.

Nate drew in a sharp breath, his eyes narrowing as they darkened like a brewing storm. His hand, pressed against the sofa for balance, clenched tightly, every muscle in his body going rigid.

𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲: g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗼𝗺

Was it pain? Not quite. It was an indescribable sensation—an itch deep inside, tugging at the edges of his control, like something just out of reach, teasing and unraveling him.

His breaths grew shallow, his chest rising and falling unevenly as his gaze locked intensely on Corrine.

Corrine tilted her head, a playful spark dancing in her eyes.

“This is what they call payback.”

Unlike Nate’s measured and careful demeanor, Corrine was entirely bold and unapologetic. The evidence of her actions—a vivid red mark circled by precise teeth marks—stood out clearly. It wouldn’t fade for at least a week.

Nate’s gaze lingered on her face, her delicate beauty contrasting with the wicked mischief in her expression. His eyes darkened further, his thoughts unreadable.

“It’s time. Let’s go,” Corrine said softly, pressing a hand against his chest as though she could push him away.

But Nate grasped her wrist firmly, pulling her close until she was against him. His broad hand slid behind her neck, holding her in place.

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