Shattered Then Healed By His Love (by Haley Blanton) novel Chapter 43

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He suddenly pressed down on her, pinning her hands against the mattress and locking her in place.

With all his strength, he forced her legs apart with his knee.

For an instant, a wave of inexplicable tension shot through Natalie’s chest.

“Jackson, what are you doing? Let go of me right now!”

Her voice rose sharply.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

Jackson’s low, dangerous voice carried out of the bedroom; it fell against the ears of the man standing just beyond the door.

Only a single door stood between them—yet inside and out were two entirely different worlds, two completely different realities.

Marcus‘ hand had already reached instinctively for the doorknob.

But just before his fingers touched it, he froze.

They weren’t divorced yet; what right did he have to open that door?

Then, from inside, came a muffled cry, it wasn’t Natalie’s.

It was Jackson’s.

“Are you an animal? You bit me?”

“Get out of this room! Otherwise, next time it won’t just be a bite.”

Before the door could open again, Marcus turned sharply and strode back into his own room.

Through the narrow crack of his door, he caught sight of Jackson being shoved out by Natalie. Jackson was still fully dressed, his gaze fixed on the back of his hand.

From Marcus‘ angle, the deep bite mark was clear as day.

Seeing it, the corner of his mouth couldn’t help but curve. This really is getting more and more interesting.

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He closed his door and headed straight for the bathroom.

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Outside, moonlight filtered through the branches, scattering broken shadows across the floor.

Natalie stared at the wavering silhouettes on the ground, her thoughts drifting far away.

It was a long time before she finally rose from the bed. Glancing at the disheveled sheets, her smile was sharp, bitter, anything but amused.

If she hadn’t bitten him just now, Jackson might truly have forced himself on her.

She went to the bathroom and took a shower.

She almost never stayed overnight at the old estate, so she hadn’t prepared clothes; the only thing she could wear was a plain white robe.

By the time she finished washing up, it was already after ten.

Her throat was parched, her mood a tangled mess; she didn’t want plain water, so she went downstairs for a drink.

By now, everyone in the Collins household was asleep. The living room lay dark and empty.

Not wanting to disturb the servants on the first floor, Natalie didn’t switch on the lights; she padded softly into the kitchen.

Inside the fridge, she found beer–the exact brand she’d loved years ago.

She grabbed two bottles. Just as she shut one side of the refrigerator door and reached to close the other, she locked eyes with a pair of deep, shadowed pupils.

Startled, Natalie stumbled back several steps; the floor must have been slick, because her body tilted sharply backward and the bottles slipped from her hands.

A broad palm caught her slender waist in time.

The man’s other hand closed easily around the falling beer.

Natalie lifted her gaze. By the faint light spilling from the half–open fridge, she finally saw his face.

Marcus stood before her in a black robe, the usual chill and distance softened by the night.

Those cool, steady eyes rested silently on her.

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Chapter 43 Door Stays Closed

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