Chapter 473

"You were unaware?" Nathan's fury burned crimson. "Then you never should have accepted this absurd arranged meeting!" His voice cracked like thunder, raw with frustration.

Evelyn flinched at his intensity, her composure slipping for just a heartbeat. But she steeled herself instantly.

"Evelyn! Must you really subject yourself to these matchmaking games? Are you so desperate to throw yourself at the first available man?" Nathan's words carried the weight of a thousand unspoken confessions.

She met his stormy gaze, her expression serene yet unyielding. "Absolutely. I intend to rebuild my life and erase every trace of you from it," she countered.

"Over my dead body!" Nathan's control shattered. His eyes turned feral, veins throbbing at his temples as his entire frame trembled with barely contained rage.

Evelyn's icy laughter sliced through the tension. Without sparing him another glance, she pivoted on her heel.

But Nathan moved like lightning. His fingers closed around her wrist, yanking her against his chest.

Before Evelyn could protest, his hand cradled the base of her skull as his mouth crashed down on hers.

Shock paralyzed her for one electrifying second.

Then instinct took over. She fought like a wildcat, but Nathan's arms were iron bands around her.

His kiss deepened with primal urgency, his teeth grazing her lower lip in silent demand.

Evelyn kept her lips sealed tight, her body rigid with defiance.

Growing desperate, Nathan changed tactics. His tongue traced the seam of her mouth with devastating patience. When she gasped involuntarily, he struck—plundering her mouth with single-minded intensity.

The metallic tang of blood flooded their kiss as Evelyn bit down hard.

Nathan recoiled with a hiss, but she wasn't finished. Sinking her teeth into his lower lip, she tasted copper.

Seizing her chance, Evelyn shoved him away with every ounce of strength.

Nathan staggered back, his smoldering gaze locked on her. Blood painted his lips like some dark aristocrat from a gothic novel—beautiful and terrifying.

He swiped the crimson streak with his thumb, the gesture chilling in its casualness.

Evelyn's chest heaved with fury. "Nathan Black! Have you completely lost your mind?"

He advanced again, cradling her face between his palms. Their foreheads touched as he growled through clenched teeth, "Listen carefully, Evelyn. No more blind dates. No other men. That's not a request—it's a decree."