He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 807

She scowled.

But no amount of glaring could halt his aggressive advance.

He remained completely silent, leaving her biting her lip as she struggled to keep up with his relentless pace.

A suffocating wave of anxiety crashed over her, her entire body instinctively rejecting his proximity.

Yet, faced with his overwhelming physical dominance, she found herself subconsciously yielding.

Their tangled bodies shifted until he backed her into the sofa.

It was a small loveseat, hardly spacious enough for one person, let alone two.

With him pinning her against the cushions, she was entirely trapped.

His kisses were brutal and demanding, his heavy frame caging her in.

Her breathing grew frantic and shallow.

She pressed her hands against his broad chest, her face flushed with heat.

He completely ignored her weak resistance.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the hall, and the designer bustled back in.

Helena jumped in panic.

But Sebastian only tightened his crushing hold on her.

The designer took one look at the scandalous scene, let out a sharp gasp, and bolted out the door.

Instant silence fell over the fitting room.

"Sebastian!" she hissed, her cheeks burning with humiliation.

His strong hands gripped her hips like a vise.

The hem of her gown bunched upward.

The full-length mirror reflected a picture of undeniable, seductive tension.

They remained locked together in the heated struggle.

A muscle feathered in his tight jaw, but he refused to say a single word.

He could feel the fine tremors wracking her body.

Yet he didn't stop, entirely consumed by his own dark desires.

He didn't relent until he finally found his release.

The brand-new evening gown was hopelessly wrinkled, though it miraculously avoided any permanent stains from their illicit encounter.

When he finally let her go,

she collapsed against the cushions, entirely drained of strength.

The calming effects of her medication seemed to have vanished completely.

She frowned.

When had she ever targeted the boy?

She harbored no ill will toward Kyle.

Her vengeance was targeted; she would never stoop so low as to weaponize an innocent child.

Even if he was Janetta's son, she wasn't a monster.

Unlike Janetta, she didn't believe the ends justified the means.

"If you keep pushing this scandal and I don't suppress it, Kyle will suffer. The whole world will know his mother is a murderer. He's an incredibly sensitive kid. He's not as resilient as you think," Sebastian stated coldly.

She listened.

Yet she felt a creeping sense of numbness.

To her ears, his words sounded exactly like another desperate excuse to protect Janetta.

She was used to it by now.

He had done the exact same thing years ago.

The fact that he was still doing it was hardly a surprise.

But his next move caught her completely off guard.

He leaned in, his fingers wrapping firmly around her jaw, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.