The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 95

The instant their lips touched, Petty’s mind just went blank. Her fever had only just broken, leaving her head spinning and her body slow to react.

Franco didn’t waste that tiny window. His hand clamped firmly at the back of her neck, holding her in place so she couldn’t escape. His eyes, deep and dark, filled with a hunger that only seemed to grow stronger. It was like a storm that had been brewing forever, finally let loose all at once.

He bit down on her lower lip. She yelped in surprise and pain, but before she could pull away, he forced her mouth open and captured her tongue in a kiss that left no room for resistance. With his other hand, he crushed the divorce papers into a ball and flung them across the room, the anger in his chest about to explode.

All he could see in his mind was her, out in the freezing snow, nearly dead, but still obsessed with breaking up their marriage. What did she take him for? Someone she could just marry and leave whenever she wanted? Not a chance.

That thought only made Franco’s anger burn hotter, and it seemed like there was nowhere for it to go. Meanwhile, Petty was doing everything she could to fight him off. Her hands slapped at him and tugged at his shirt, desperate and wild. The way she resisted made Franco feel less like her husband and more like a stranger forcing himself on her.

Something snapped in Franco’s eyes. His fingers moved from her neck up into her hair, the heat of his touch sending shivers down her spine as he kissed her harder, refusing to let her go.

Suddenly, he caught her wrist mid-swing. She was still holding a pen, and the sharp tip hovered dangerously close to his eye. Franco didn’t even blink. His cold gaze stayed locked on hers, and he reached up to wipe away the moisture on her lips.

Petty jerked away, but Franco gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “Trying to kill me?”

“Would you dare?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he pulled her wrist closer, the pen just a breath away from his eye.

For a second, Petty’s face went pale. Her fingers loosened, and the pen slipped out of her hand, rolling off the bed and onto the floor. Her vision blurred for a moment. With her heart pounding and her face white with shock, she glared at him, furious. “Franco, you’re out of your mind!”

She shoved him as hard as she could and turned to storm out.

Almost as soon as she turned, something heavy crashed behind her.

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