Chapter 505
Chapter 505
Niamh turned around and stared straight at Jonathan.
His face was twisted with rage, every ounce of resentment on full display. She paused, then shrugged with a cold, mocking laugh. “Am I happy? Of course I am. Marina’s finally paying for all the terrible things she’s
done-I feel like throwing a party to celebrate.”
She barely finished speaking before Jonathan grabbed her by the shoulders, shoving her down onto the living room sofa.
“What the hell are you doing, Jonathan?!”
Niamh struggled, but Jonathan easily tore her blouse open.
“You’re the reason Marina was assaulted… I’m going to make you pay for what you did to her!”
He crashed his mouth against hers, brutal and forceful, making Niamh’s entire body jolt as if a current ran through her.
His hand clamped around her jaw like a vice; she was pinned, unable to break free, so she bit down hard-hard enough to taste blood, sharp and metallic, flooding her mouth.
Jonathan didn’t seem to care.
He was like a wild animal, ravenous and blind, as if he wanted to devour
her whole.
The air around Niamh was thick with aggression, suffocating,
inescapable.
At first, she fought him with everything she had. But little by little, her body slackened beneath him, tension ebbing away.
A signal of surrender.
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Pressed into the cushions, helpless beneath his weight, Niamh squeezed her eyes shut. Her long lashes trembled, her lips swollen and torn from his assault, making her look heartbreakingly fragile
and-somehow-impossibly alluring.
It had been a long time since Jonathan had touched her.
Now, it was as if a spark inside him had suddenly erupted into wildfire.
And her apparent surrender didn’t just calm his violence-it sparked a twisted joy deep within him.
Maybe… maybe she still wanted him.
Maybe, because she still cared, she wouldn’t fight him.
Maybe, because she cared, she’d let him touch her.
He fumbled at his tie, yanking it loose, unfastening his shirt buttons.
But the second his grip loosened, Niamh seized her chance. She snatched the glass tumbler from the coffee table and smashed it over
his head.
The sharp crack of breaking glass echoed through the room.
Blood ran down Jonathan’s face as shock filled his eyes.
Niamh shoved him off, grabbed a jagged shard in one hand, and pointed it at him, her knuckles white.
Blood blurred Jonathan’s vision, but he still saw Niamh wipe her
mouth-hard, as if trying to scrub away something filthy that made her
sick to her stomach.
In that instant, Jonathan understood: Niamh had never surrendered. Her compliance had been a show, a ruse to make him let down his guard so she could strike.
The pain in his head was sharp, but it was nothing compared to the ache spreading through his chest.
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Chapter 505
He’d never imagined that the woman who once loved him so completely, who would do anything for him, could look at him now with such hatred.
“Niamh…”
“Get out!”
Her voice shook with fury.
Blood dripped from her palm where the glass had cut her, yet she gripped the shard tighter, as if her life depended on it.
Jonathan couldn’t tell whether she was threatening to stab him-or
herself.
He wiped the blood from his face, the shock slowly giving way to cold clarity.
What the hell am I doing?
He had no answer. But it certainly wasn’t about avenging Marina, not really.
Through blood-stained eyes, he saw Niamh-not as a frightened kitten, but as a wounded leopard, cornered and dangerous, radiating the kind of defiance that promised she’d take him down with her if she had to.
Suddenly, all the menace drained from him. He felt hollow, like a balloon that had lost all its air, while Niamh-bleeding and fierce-held her ground.
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“Sorry…”
