Chapter 261

Evelyn Hartley instinctively stepped back, her movements swift and guarded.

She gnawed on her lower lip, nerves fluttering in her chest, but she squared her shoulders, forcing herself to meet his piercing gaze with defiance. "Of course!"

Nathan Black didn’t stop. He advanced with deliberate, unyielding steps, his presence overwhelming.

Evelyn retreated until her back hit the wall, the cool surface pressing into her.

She tensed, immediately lifting a hand to shove against his chest.

Her brows furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line as irritation laced her voice. "Nathan! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Her tone was sharp, but Nathan’s dark eyes bore into hers, dissecting every flicker of emotion as if he could read her thoughts.

His fingers closed around her wrist, the warmth of his touch searing.

A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips as he repeated, his voice low and dangerously smooth, "Evelyn, are you really willing to divorce me?"

Her breath hitched, the weight of his question momentarily shaking her resolve.

She inhaled sharply, steeling herself. "Of course—"

But before she could finish, Nathan’s mouth crashed down on hers.

The kiss was relentless.

Evelyn’s eyes flew open in shock, her mind blanking for a heartbeat.

It wasn’t until his tongue slid past her lips, claiming her mouth with possessive heat, that reality snapped back into place.

A muffled protest escaped her as she shoved against his chest, trying to break free.

Nathan didn’t yield.

With effortless strength, he pinned her wrists above her head, his grip firm but careful. His other arm banded around her waist, hauling her flush against him, leaving no space between them.

His kiss was fierce, intoxicating—a storm of heat and demand that left Evelyn dizzy.

For a moment, she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

Why is he doing this?

But then frustration surged.

Two seconds later, she bit down—hard—on his lower lip.

"Fuck—" Nathan hissed, jerking back.

Evelyn’s teeth had drawn blood, a crimson droplet welling on his lip.

Nathan swiped his thumb across the wound, his gaze dark and unreadable, a tempest of emotions swirling in his eyes.

He had meant the kiss as a test—to see if she truly meant her words.

Yet, he hadn’t expected to lose himself in it.

And that realization pissed him off.