The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 550

Chapter 550:

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Nate’s arm was securely wrapped around Corrine’s waist, his grip firm yet possessive. The cool, woody scent of his cologne enveloped her, teasing her senses as she inhaled deeply. Her heartbeat quickened, a traitorous response to their closeness.

Every contour of Nate’s toned muscles pressed against her, his body sinking into her skin. The awareness of his proximity made her involuntarily tense.

A low chuckle escaped Nate, his voice laced with amusement.

“You were bold enough to tease me last night. What happened? Lost your nerve now?”

Anyone with a shred of common sense knew there were limits, especially at certain times. She was still on her period.

At the thought of it, Corrine tilted her chin slightly, a natural allure in the arch of her delicate brows. Her soft lips brushed against his chin as she murmured, voice tinged with mischief, “I am just worried you will not be able to sleep tonight… burning with desire.”

Her slender fingers trailed down his chest, deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt, slipping beneath the fabric. His skin was searing.

“You are so warm…”

Nate’s gaze darkened as he seized her wandering hand, his grip firm but controlled.

“You are using your situation to tease me, aren’t you?” His voice, husky and unsteady, brought a charming smile to her face.

“I just want to help you cool down, sir…” she whispered, leaning in, her breath warm against his skin, every syllable laced with temptation. Nate’s piercing eyes locked onto hers, a dangerous gleam flickering in their depths.

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“I think you need to be reminded of your place.”

His hand tangled in her hair, tugging her closer before claiming her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.

Corrine barely had time to react before he pulled her into his embrace, leaving no space between them. His touch was dominant, unwavering, as if he were casting an inescapable net around her.

She caught sight of the raw intensity in his gaze and felt her stomach twist. A flicker of regret passed through her eyes. She regretted having shot herself in the foot.

Sensing her hesitation, Nate’s fingers brushed along her spine, a silent reassurance.

Time blurred. She didn’t know how long they stayed that way before he finally buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. When he spoke, his voice was deliberately low, edged with restraint.

“You’re only daring to tease me because you think you’re safe. Next time, I won’t let you off so easily.”

Rolling onto his back, he pulled her against him, his arm draped over her waist. His palm settled on her abdomen, the warmth seeping through the fabric of her nightgown as he massaged the spot in slow, soothing circles.

Corrine felt the heat of his touch, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, soft and unbidden.

This man… He had a way of making her guilt fester over the smallest things.

His patience. His compromises. His indulgence. Every act of tenderness chipped away at her defenses, pulling her in, unraveling her bit by bit. She exhaled, lifted her chin, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Goodnight.”

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