Echoes of a Forsaken Heart novel Chapter 196

Hamilton didn't even let out a peep when he got clocked, but now Natalia's pressing had him groaning involuntarily.

"Natalia!"

With a swift move, he grabbed her wrist and flipped her onto the couch beneath him.

Hamilton was shirtless, his bare torso now pressing against her, the contact burning like a wildfire on their skin.

Every nerve in Natalia's body tensed up.

"Hamilton, if you so much as twitch, I'll scream rape!"

"Natalia," his voice was huskier, "I'm a red-blooded man. It's been a long while since I've been with a woman, so a reaction is normal. Or would you rather I felt nothing at all?"

As he spoke, he had the audacity to press against her—a little more deliberately this time.

Natalia's face flushed with anger, "Even if you were castrated, I wouldn't care one bit!"

Hamilton's face soured in an instant.

"Natalia, after all, we've always clicked in this department, and now you curse me like this?"

She stiffened further, "What you think is clicking is just your imagination."

Hamilton glared at her, "Are you saying I'm not skilled?"

Their current position was precarious, with Hamilton still pressed against her.

She really didn't want to continue this kind of conversation.

"Hamilton, if you're that starved for female company, go find someone else! I'm sick to death of you!"

A vein throbbed on Hamilton's forehead.

"You're sick of it?"

Natalia scoffed, "Of course, after multiple times a day, I'm not only sick of it, I feel like throwing up just thinking about it!"

Hamilton's face darkened, "I don't believe you. Prove it."

"Get lost!"

Natalia struggled to get free.

But the more she struggled, the deeper the glint in Hamilton's eyes.

"Don't move, Natalia," he said harshly, hugging her tightly. "If you keep this up, I might really lose control."

Enraged, Natalia grabbed the iodine on the table and splashed it on him without a second thought.

Hamilton was drenched, the dark liquid staining his skin, dripping steadily.

His expression turned stormy.

"Natalia! Would it kill you to give me a hug? I just miss you, that's all. I wouldn't really force you, would I?"

She pushed him away, standing up to distance herself from the couch.

"Yes, it would kill!"

Hamilton looked at the guarded woman before him, his mood growing heavier.

"Fine, I won't force you," he said before heading to the bathroom.

"You heartless woman, I got hurt today protecting you."

Natalia grabbed her things and headed for the door.

Hamilton quickly stepped in front of her again.

"The bruise needs massaging to heal properly!"

Natalia glanced at him, moved behind him, and roughly kneaded the bruised spot on his back.

Hamilton winced, "Is this how you massage? Natalia, how can you be so rough!"

Natalia wiped her hands with a tissue, looking at him with disdain, "Sorry for the rough touch, Mr. Fowler."

Hamilton felt stifled. It seemed only this woman dared to treat him this way.

But even though he was angry, he dared not say anything more.

"I'll be back tomorrow for more treatment."

Natalia glanced at him, "Who said you weren't going to take advantage of me?"

Hamilton

They stood in the living room, staring each other down.

The housekeeper peeked out from a room, saw the scene, and promptly retreated to the kitchen.

Natalia

Hamilton

"I'm leaving."