Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

Nancy flared up, her hand twitching as if to slap him again, but he stopped her.

His frown deepened as he seized her wrist, his tone icy.

“Do you have a thing for slapping me?”

With a swift move, he pinned both her wrists against the wall, his lips capturing hers in a soft kiss.

Wide-eyed, Nancy instinctively recoiled, a surge of nausea threatening to overwhelm her.

She pushed against him, but their bodies remained intertwined, the struggle futile.

Mercer’s bite on her lip was firm, his eyes gleaming with provocation.

Without a word, he dared her to resist, taunting her silently.

It was as if he challenged her to fight back, even if it meant risking something as humiliating as vomiting in his mouth.

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Nancy winced as his teeth grazed her lip, but she refused to back down, meeting his kiss with equal intensity.

A strange impulse surged within her, almost wishing she could just throw up right now.

Their kiss became a battle of wills, neither willing to give in, each holding their ground.

For a moment, the world around them fell into a hushed stillness, the only sound the smacking of their lips.

With each passing moment, Nancy felt the weight in her heart slowly lift, replaced by an unexpected sense of ease and a hint of longing.

Mercer’s face loomed close, his features strangely captivating to her eyes.

Lost in the kiss, Nancy was absentminded.

Catching her distraction, Mercer smirked, his fingers playfully pinching her waist.

“Do you think I can’t turn you on as those men did?”

Tears brimmed in her eyes, a sudden ache throbbing within her.

She couldn’t help but furrow her brow, her cheeks flushed with desire.

The fabric of her shirt clung to her blouse, soaked through and transparent, leaving her utterly exposed.

Mercer’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his body betraying his resolve.

Despite himself, he found himself drawn to this woman, easily aroused by her allure.

Nancy’s luscious fingers traced aimlessly along his back, igniting a fiery heat within him.

With his gaze smoldering, he fought to contain his desire, gritting his teeth.

Seeing she was about to faint again in his arms, he held her close, his grip firm as he whispered into her ear, “You can’t just leave me hanging after getting me all turned on.

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A pounding headache clouded Nancy’s mind as his voice droned on.

Annoyed by the noise, she pressed her hand over his mouth, silencing him.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but the intimate contact between them failed to stir any nausea within her.

Instead, a subtle pleasure washed over her.

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Smoothly, Mercer loosened his tie, his hand encircling her waist as he effortlessly lifted her.

With practiced ease, he unbuttoned her blouse, discarding the wet garment, and carried her towards the bedroom, each step heavy with anticipation.

Nancy stirred awake, her body protesting with a dull ache that had roused her from her slumber.

The sun had ascended to its zenith and flooded the room with a radiant, golden glow streaming through the window.

Gingerly, she sat up in bed, her eyes immediately drawn to the unexpected marks marring her skin.

She stared at them in stunned silence.

Though she couldn’t recall the specifics of how good the sex was last night, she didn’t harbor any resentment in her heart.

The only pain she felt was the dull throbbing in her body, a reminder of whatever had transpired.

Could it be that her condition had improved? The thought filled her with hope and excitement.

If she regained her health, she could live an everyday life again.