The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 964

They are entirely alone in the house—an opportunity too perfect to waste. Refusing to admit defeat, Bianca wraps her arms around his neck once more and presses her lips firmly against his. She kisses him briefly, pulling back just enough to gauge his reaction. When he remains frozen, she rises on her tiptoes and kisses him again. She repeats this several times, but the stubborn man still doesn't react.

Is his self-control really that unbreakable? Or is she simply losing her touch, unable to tempt him anymore? Frustration washes over her. Defeated, she releases him and turns on her heel, prepared to march into her bedroom alone.

But the moment she turns, a strong, unyielding hand grips her waist, pulling her flush against a solid, heated chest. A second later, a desperate, consuming kiss crashes down on her lips.

This isn't the soft, hesitant peck she had offered moments ago. This kiss is rough, demanding, and overflowing with pent-up passion. Bianca's mind goes blank, the breath stolen from her lungs as she melts into the blinding heat of the moment. Gasping, she tries to push him back just to catch her breath, but Coen's arm tightens like a vice around her waist, practically molding her to his body. His free hand cradles the back of her head, angling her for a deeper, more punishing kiss.

His restraint shatters completely. The kiss is aggressive, possessive, and scorching, instantly overwhelming all her senses. She can feel the heavy, frantic thumping of his heart against her chest. The clean, masculine scent of him, laced with a faint trace of liquor, makes her head spin in the best possible way. Under his commanding dominance, her previously rigid posture melts into a puddle, leaving her entirely at his mercy.

They are two adults, former lovers with unresolved tension, alone in a quiet house. A simple kiss was never going to be enough.

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