His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 622

She belongs to me!

She clamped her jaw shut, but Jonathan’s tongue was both savage and cunning, prying her teeth apart and plunging inside, determined to conquer every inch of her mouth. A thin line of saliva trickled from the corner of her lips, and her jaw began to ache from being forced open. Jonathan gave her no room to escape, pinning her relentlessly against the floor-to-ceiling window. The glass at her back warmed from the heat of their bodies, and her clothes grew damp with sweat.

He didn't release her until she was nearly out of breath.

Smack!*

The sound ripped through the silent office. Jonathan’s head snapped to the side. Niamh hadn’t held back, and her own palm throbbed from the impact. He slowly turned his head back to face her. Her beautiful lips were red and swollen from his kiss, her eyes faintly glistening. He felt a sharp pang in his chest, like being scraped by broken glass.

“I just wanted to help…”

“By using your mouth?” Niamh’s voice was frigid, her chest heaving—whether from anger or the lingering effects of his assault, she didn’t know. She looked at him and pointed a slender finger toward the office door. “You can get out.”

“Niamh…”

Prestigious families from all over the world were lining up for a chance to ally themselves with the Quinns. The Thomas family had once been the best choice, but they were not the only one. If Ramona hadn't begged him, he wouldn't have even considered giving Jonathan another chance. But to make his granddaughter happy, he had compromised. Mr. Jameson could see that Jonathan didn’t like Ramona. But he had offered Jonathan and the Thomas family the most lucrative projects from The Quinn Group—a prize so great that any man would find it hard to refuse, even if Ramona had been a disfigured cripple, let alone the beautiful and healthy woman she was.

And the result… Jonathan had laughed.

Jonathan’s looks were so striking that even other men had to admire his handsomeness. With his sharp, well-defined features and piercing eyes, he was the kind of man who commanded attention, even if his presence was intensely aggressive. A face like that was devastatingly attractive when it smiled. Mr. Jameson, however, did not like it. In front of an elder like him, Jonathan’s mocking smile was nothing but a glaring insult.

“Mr. Jameson’s kind offer is overwhelming. Miss Quinn is indeed very beautiful and outstanding…”