The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 770

Maybe she's entirely blinded by a surge of pure hormones, but Tara leans over and presses a soft, feather-light kiss to his flawless cheek.

It is barely a peck—as fleeting as a fish darting out of the water—but it completely paralyzes Danny. They share scorching, breathless kisses every single day, yet this innocent, unexpected move completely shorts out his brain.

A slow, devastatingly handsome smirk spreads across Danny's face. He deliberately twists the cap back onto his water bottle, turning his head to look at her. Seeing the shy flush creeping up her cheeks, the wild, predatory heat roaring in his chest becomes entirely impossible to suppress.

This is the first time she has ever initiated.

In the next second, Danny surges forward, capturing her soft, parted lips. This is no gentle peck. He ravages her mouth, effortlessly breaching her defenses, claiming every inch with an intoxicating, overwhelming dominance. The temperature inside the luxury SUV skyrockets, filling the enclosed space with a heavy, suffocating wave of thick, musky tension.

"Stop... stop it. We need to get out. Everyone's probably already there," Tara gasps, hastily pushing against his chest, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. If she doesn't stop this dangerously seductive man right now, they're going to end up crossing a line right here in the car. The scandalous image flashes through her mind, and she furiously shakes her head to clear it, practically scrambling out the door.

Danny watches her flustered, adorable escape, a low, husky chuckle rumbling in his chest. "You're the one who seduced me first," he protests playfully as he steps out of the car.

"I did no such thing! Shut up," Tara glares at him, her face burning. "Let's just go."

They were already running behind schedule, and dawdling any longer will make them noticeably late. As the ultimate boss of the Dennis Group, she needs to make an appearance.

Danny dutifully retrieves their luxury camping gear from the trunk, effortlessly carrying the heavy bags as he reaches out to take her hand.

"Hold on," he says. He drops to a crouch, swiftly unlacing his sneakers and pulling off his socks. "The rocks are freezing, and it's slippery."

Before Tara can even process what's happening, Danny scoops her right off her feet, carrying her securely in his arms. It is an overwhelming display of raw, protective masculinity.

"W-What are you doing? Put me down!" Tara gasps.

"The water is freezing. I'll come back for the gear," Danny says simply.

The opposite bank is only a few yards away, but he refuses to let her endure the cold water. Shifting her weight onto his back, he steps into the icy stream, moving with slow, deliberate power. The water barely reaches his ankles, and the jagged stones beneath the surface are sharp, but his strides remain perfectly steady, refusing to let the woman on his back feel a single bump.