I Forgot I Ever Loved You (Zoe and Hayden) novel Chapter 122

She was the one who used to cling to him desperately, yet now that he was giving her the time of day and clarifying his relationship with Sienna, she was putting on this high-and-mighty act, pretending she didn't care.

He scoffed.

If her new little tactics hadn't sparked a sliver of his predatory instinct, he wouldn't even be giving her the time of day.

Did she really think she could do whatever she wanted around him?

Zoe's face flushed crimson with fury.

"My amateur moves might not work on you, but this will—"

With that, she opened her mouth and clamped her teeth down hard onto his exposed wrist.

Hayden didn't even flinch. He let her bite down until the metallic, coppery scent of blood filled the air and flooded her senses, finally forcing her to let go.

This man—

Zoe was fuming.

He didn't react at all.

Hayden stared coldly at his bleeding arm, then back at the fiercely glaring woman. With her fiery eyes and bared claws, she looked exactly like an enraged little wildcat.

Her hair was a messy cascade, contrasting with her luminous skin.

Her lips, slick from biting him, were a vibrant, seductive red, as if she had just tasted blood.

"Is that all you've got?"

Hayden scoffed, clearly mocking her.

"If you're done, it's my turn."

Before Zoe could react, he pinned her against the leather seats. No matter how wildly she thrashed, he found her lips with predatory precision, kissing her with an overwhelming, suffocating intensity.

She had drawn blood, but he had been holding back for a long time, too.

No man had the patience to wait around forever.

He had wanted to devour her for days.

And Zoe's constant defiance of his authority only fueled his desire to conquer her.

For the past five years, Zoe had always been perfectly submissive beneath him.

It wasn't that he didn't enjoy it, but it lacked the spicy, maddening friction she gave him now.

Hayden kissed her until she was entirely breathless. Zoe pounded her fists against his shoulders and chest, but ultimately, she was no match for his dominating strength and was forced to surrender to his rhythm.

He had slept alone for over twenty years, yet for the first time, the empty space beside him felt glaringly obvious, leaving a strange hollowness in his chest.

He let the silence linger for only a second before diving into work.

Pulling out his laptop, his fingers flew rapidly across the keys.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed. An unsaved number.

But Hayden instantly recognized it.

His lips curved upward, a faint, genuine smile touching his face before he even realized it.

"What is it?"

Zoe's voice cut sharply through the silence of the night.

"Hayden, if you have a problem with me, come at me directly. Stop using your underhanded tactics to threaten my uncle and the Lynd family."

She was utterly disgusted by his methods.

Hayden had wondered what could possibly possess her to call him instead of sleeping. Turns out, it was just for the insignificant Lynd family.

"You care about your uncle that much? Then why don't you ask him why he locked your grandmother away in a nursing home?"