Her palms pressed against the smooth fabric of his expensive coat, and the familiar scent of his cologne filled her senses, intensifying her unease.
“Nicholas, let me go. Don’t mess around,” she mumbled against his relentless kiss, her voice barely audible.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to smirk arrogantly. “If I want to mess around with you, what can you do about it?”
Emily turned her face away sharply, glaring at him with steely resolve.
“It’s true I can’t stop you,” she admitted bitterly, her voice steady despite the anger burning in her eyes. “But have you forgotten something, Nicholas? We’re divorced. And you’re married now.”
Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, Nicholas faltered.
His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together, separated only by the thin barrier of their clothes.
Emily’s heart raced with a mixture of fear and defiance, but her eyes remained cold, unwavering.