Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 793

Hull grabbed Susanna off the sand in one swift motion, scooping her into his arms and carrying her over to a sun lounger off to the side.

His face was thunderous, and Susanna started to panic, squirming in his grip. “What are you doing? Put me down! Right now!”

Her mind flashed back to last night—him, the bathroom, the way he was. Oh God… Surely he wouldn’t try anything crazy out here, would he? The island looked peaceful enough, but she was sure there were people around, watching from the shadows.

Her heart began to race.

Hull dropped her onto the lounger and leaned over, trapping her completely beneath him. Susanna blurted out in a rush, “Okay, okay! I take it back. I was joking, alright?”

See? All she did was tease him a little about his size and he got all huffy. But when he made fun of her figure in front of other people, she wasn’t supposed to get mad?

Hull caught her chin in his hand and kissed her fiercely.

Susanna’s eyes went wide in shock. Oh come on! Why did this always happen to her? Not here, not now, and she couldn’t even fight back.

Thankfully, Hull wasn’t as shameless as she’d feared. After a long, lingering moment, he finally pulled away from her lips.

“Getting brave, aren’t you?” he murmured, eyebrow raised.

He remembered how she used to be—nervous and skittish, like a kitten. Just one look from him and she’d practically jump out of her skin.

But now? After twenty-odd days hanging out with Yvonne, Susanna had definitely toughened up.

She whimpered, “Would you please get off me?”

This was way too intimate, way too public. She was terrified Hull might actually lose control right here, in broad daylight, and she wasn’t sure she could handle it. After everything that had happened since yesterday… she felt like she was falling apart.

Hull’s nose brushed against hers, their breaths mingling. “Yvonne’s been a bad influence on you.”

Susanna protested, “Don’t say that about Yvonne! She didn’t teach me any of this.”

Honestly, Yvonne spent most of her time ranting about that jerk Dan. Susanna had to admit, Dan really was the worst—playing with people’s feelings, faking his own death? Who even does that? And somehow, they were related by blood. Life really wasn’t fair.

Inside, the dining table was already set, but Barnaby and Silas were nowhere to be seen.

Susanna’s eyes landed on the spread: stacks of pancakes, crispy bacon, golden scrambled eggs, and a platter of fresh fruit. Instinctively, she glanced down at her chest.

Flat. So flat.

Hull dished her up a bowl of creamy chowder and set it in front of her. Susanna looked up at him, eyes wide and a little hurt.

“What?” Hull asked, puzzled.

Susanna pouted, “You’re judging me, aren’t you?”

Hull looked genuinely taken aback.

She sniffled, feeling sorry for herself. Back in Portis City, she’d always done things her own way. No one had ever made her feel self-conscious—until now.