Chapter 394: We Are Incompatible

Nathael forcefully wedged himself between her legs, causing Maggie to tremble uncontrollably. In the struggle, Maggie accidentally slapped his face.

A sharp sound echoed in the room, freezing them both. Maggie stared blankly, the corners of her eyes red. In the dim light, she saw a bloody scratch on his cheek—a mark from her hand. Startled and uneasy, she hesitated, her eyelashes quivering as she steeled herself.

Avoiding his gaze, she murmured, her breath shaky, "Just calm down."

Nathael's gaze darkened. Through clenched teeth, he spat, "Maggie!" Her heart fluttered, the unease lingering. This side of Nathael felt unfamiliar, like the lunatic he'd become in her past life after her death. Before Maggie could react, he swiftly grabbed a tie from the wardrobe.

"What are you up to?" she asked, startled.

She struggled to rise, but Nathael pinned her wrists above her head, tying them with the tie. Anger and fear flared in Maggie's eyes. Though she trusted him not to harm her, a strange embarrassment flushed her cheeks and heated her body. "Nathael, let me go!" she struggled, her voice catching. The tie bit into her wrists, leaving red marks.

Nathael seemed calmer now, his anger and coldness fading. But this only heightened Maggie's fear, her heart racing with unease and panic. Soft, gentle kisses landed on her neck, tensing her body. Their heated skin pressed together, reminiscent of countless other nights, yet different. Nathael skillfully explored, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. His moist, tender kisses covered her skin, leaving a flush in their wake.

She closed her eyes, gradually ceasing her struggle, wishing the madness would end. But Nathael seemed to enjoy tormenting her, teasing her to desperation without going further. Under his teasing, she shivered with a mix of excitement and emptiness, feeling unusually sensitive.

He lowered his head, his voice husky. "Nana, tell me you love me."

Maggie bit her lip, silent, her ears and neck crimson. Nathael, ever patient, continued his teasing, creating an ambiguous tension, a silent tug-of-war. His long, skillful fingers found their way inside her. He leaned down to bite her; she clenched her teeth, her throat parched. Tears formed on her eyelashes, stubbornly trickling down.

Time passed. Maggie became limp, her eyes filled with affection, her breathing uneven. Rationality and detachment faded under his deliberate tenderness. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she gritted her teeth, a hint of blood in her mouth, her mind blank.

She never imagined Nathael could be so skilled at tormenting someone. Perhaps she should have seen it coming, but never thought it would happen to her, especially like this.

"Nana, I'll change anything you don't like about me," Nathael whispered, his dark eyes pleading.

He couldn't understand why things had suddenly turned upside down. More confusing was her cold withdrawal. He'd tried to hold on, believing things would improve, but she kept pushing him away. Now, he couldn't let go. Maggie's eyelashes trembled as her misty gaze met his.

She bit back the taste of blood, struggling to maintain her sanity. Softly, she said, "Nathael, we're not right together. Let go." Instantly, Nathael fiercely claimed her.

Maggie whimpered, the powerful grip making her clench her fingers, her nails digging into her palms—a sharp pain that felt distant.

"Ugh."

Nathael remained quiet, relentlessly plundering her.

Chapter 394: We Are Incompatible

After what felt like ages, Maggie cried out, "Let go! I don't want this!"

"Sob sob"

She felt on the verge of losing it, the intense sensation pushing her to the edge of sanity. He was like a devil, hell-bent on dragging her into madness.

After an unknown time, Maggie passed out from crying.

Nathael slowly stopped, greedily gazing at her. Her cheeks still flushed, tears wet on her face, her eyes tightly shut, a scab on her lips. Strands of hair lay scattered on the deep blue sheets, a stark contrast to her pale skin.

He kissed her eyelids, his gaze dark. "Nana, what am I supposed to do with you?"

He loosened the tie from her wrist, noticing the purple bruise, darkening his mood. After washing her and applying ointment to her wrist and other areas, he tucked her in. Still unable to sleep, he went to the living room window and lit a cigarette.

Pale smoke wrapped around his face, his silhouette lonely and desolate. After finishing, he called Alex.

"Mr. Harris," Alex answered.

"Find out who she's been hanging out with lately," Nathael's voice was icy. He still sought an excuse, proof that she loved him, rather than confronting her reasons.

He knew she was right. He was controlling, possessive, and stubborn. He thought he'd hidden it well, kept it in check. But how could he return to darkness after seeing a glimmer of light? If she'd never gotten close, never given him a chance, maybe he could stay away. But now, he couldn't let her go.

A few seconds later, Nathael opened his eyes, the deep black pupils dark and mysterious, like a cold, deep sea.