You Had Me, You Lost Me, You'll Never Find Me novel Chapter 121

Ashton Wyatt pulled her into a secluded corner of the dance floor.

Hidden by the dim, shifting lights, he lowered his head, his gaze fixing heavily on her lips. He tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Did everything I said go in one ear and out the other? Did I say you could kiss him?"

Sylvia Harlow, fueled by a sudden burst of reckless courage, met his eyes head-on. "Whether you permit it or not, we're already having a child together!"

Her words completely shattered Ashton's composed facade. The casual expression vanished, leaving his jaw tense. He clamped a hand around her jaw, forcing her to look up, and crushed his mouth against hers.

The dance floor was deafeningly loud.

Everyone was completely lost in the music, the dancing, and the alcohol. No one paid any attention to the couple kissing in the shadows.

She pressed her hands against his chest, turning her head to escape, but his hand gripped the back of her head, locking her in place.

It was a fierce, entirely dominant kiss.

Unable to hold her ground, Sylvia stumbled backward until she was pinned flat against the wall. The sharp taste of mint and tobacco invaded her senses as he kissed her so deeply and relentlessly that she could barely draw a breath.

Noticing her knees buckling, Ashton slid an arm around her back, pulling her flush against him. He pressed into her spine, deepening the kiss as if he wanted to devour her alive.

He only finally pulled back when he felt the dampness of tears on her cheeks.

Seeing her ragged breaths, his anger inexplicably dissipated, replaced by a dark amusement. "Still don't know how to breathe?"

Tears shimmered in Sylvia's eyes. The corners of her eyes were red from his bullying, and she had absolutely no desire to answer him.

Ashton wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb and tasted it. "Sweet."

Sylvia glared at him viciously. "Jerk!"

Unbothered, he pressed a lingering peck to her cheek. "Be a good girl. Don't make me worry."

Sylvia shoved his face away and looked over his shoulder, her heart dropping as she spotted Reina Winslet and several friends navigating the dance floor toward their direction.

By then, Ashton had already yanked Sylvia into a cramped janitor's closet nearby.

He pinned her against the door, his mouth descending on hers. When she clamped her teeth shut, he pinched her jaw hard, forcing her to gasp in pain as his tongue invaded her mouth, staking total claim.

The heavy door muffled most of the club's bass. In the tiny, claustrophobic space, the wet sounds of their kiss echoed loudly. Their bodies were pressed flush together, leaving zero space between them as he consumed her.

"I swear I just saw someone over here..." the friend muttered in confusion.

Reina sounded disappointed. "Where on earth did Ashton go?"

They were separated by a single wall.

Ashton's kisses grew hot and ruthless. He nudged his leg between her thighs, completely lost in the moment. His hand slid under her top, effortlessly unhooking her bra, and Sylvia grabbed his wrist in sheer terror.

His fiancée was standing right outside, yet here he was, kissing her with wild abandon, entirely prepared to take things all the way.