Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Nine

“Are you trying to say that if you had, you would have stayed? That you would not have rejected me so publicly and treated me like the kiss meant nothing to you?” Tess asked.

His face was tight with frustration, but he did not answer. Probably because a truthful answer would put him even further in the wrong.

“I didn’t think so,” she said, sounding every bit as cynical as the women who had mocked her at the party.

In a move that shocked her, he reached out and pulled her to him. “That is in the past. This is now. We begin from here, Tess.”

Begin what exactly? She thought, not that she had enough time to think. She hated her treacherous body that longed to melt against him. “I’m not up to your speed.” She said. Miserably aware that it was too true, she tried to pull away. “I belong with someone like David.”

She stared in mesmerized fascination as his rage went nuclear. “You belong with me,” he said with lethal intensity. Then his mouth crashed down on hers.