Chapter 331

This was beyond ridiculous.

Why was he making it sound like she was some scheming seductress who'd used him and was now fleeing the scene?

Evelyn's temper flared dangerously.

Whirling to face Nathan, she snapped, "Nathan Black, stop playing the wounded saint! Don't pretend you weren't enjoying every second last night. Who was the one who couldn't get enough? Who kept begging for—"

Nathan's smug expression faltered as her words hung between them.

An uncomfortable silence descended.

Evelyn's boldness evaporated instantly, and she squeezed her eyes shut in mortification.

Holy hell, what had she just said?

Clearing her throat awkwardly, Evelyn muttered, "Just... turn around. I'm getting up."

Nathan arched an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Really, darling? After everything we've done, you're suddenly shy?" he drawled.

Evelyn shot him a glare that could melt steel.

"Turn. Around. Now," she ground out.

With an exaggerated sigh, Nathan complied, rolling onto his side.

Evelyn didn't waste a second. She flung the covers aside.

The moment her feet hit the floor, her legs nearly gave out.

She swayed dangerously, catching herself on the nightstand.

Every muscle protested, and certain parts of her body ached in ways that made her cheeks burn.

Biting back a whimper, she hobbled toward the bathroom like a newborn fawn.

Only when the lock clicked did Nathan open his eyes.

Propping himself against the headboard, he couldn't suppress the smirk as memories from last night flooded back.

His gaze drifted to the tangled sheets, lingering on the faint rust-colored stains.

The smirk deepened into something warmer, more possessive.

Evelyn gasped when she saw her reflection.

The marks weren't just on her chest—they trailed up her neck in blatant declaration.

Her anger reignited.

That absolute bastard, Nathan!

How dare he act like she'd taken advantage of him?

The man had no shame.