Chapter 18 Right Now, I Want You
Charlie helped Nicholas toward the cabin, then said quietly, "Mr. Harrison, should I call a doctor for you?"
"Where is she?"
"Ms. Rodriguez is in the V8 lounge. Mr. Robert Harrison just finished speaking with her."
Nicholas's brow relaxed slightly. So she hadn't been meeting Matthew for a secret rendezvous after all.
Inside the V8 lounge, Emma was on the phone.
On the other end was Evelyn's triumphant laughter.
"How was that for a plan? Absolutely incredible! Too bad you weren't there to see it in person, but I had someone record everything. I'm going to make her infamous nationwide!"
It really was a brilliant strategy. First, it didn't disrupt the Harrison family's gala. Second, it delivered a harsh lesson to Henry. Most importantly, it left Zoe completely humiliated.
Emma's tone carried a hint of reproach, "You were way too bold. Ruby's definitely going to ground you when you get back!"
"I always settle scores immediately—never wait overnight. So what if I'm grounded? You'll bring me meals."
Emma laughed, "Alright, alright, I promise you won't starve."
"I'm in such a good mood—come up and have a drink to celebrate! Hurry up!"
"Okay!" Emma hung up and was about to leave.
The cabin door opened, revealing a tall man standing in the doorway, his handsome face grim.
Seeing Charlie supporting him, she assumed he'd had too much to drink during the evening's socializing.
"Ms. Rodriguez, Mr. Harrison isn't feeling well. Please take care of him."
Charlie helped Nicholas into the suite, then quickly made his escape.
Emma said flatly, "I'll have someone bring you some sobering tea. Rest for a bit."
As she turned to leave, Nicholas stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight.
Her familiar scent reached him, making his mind hazy with desire.
The cabin air felt suffocating and oppressive.
Emma startled, trying to break free from his embrace, but only earned an even tighter grip.
His arms were like iron bands, painfully tight with no intention of letting go.
Nicholas pressed against Emma like a heavy mountain, holding her so forcefully.
She could even smell the strong alcohol on him, mixed with a strange, alarming scent of burning desire.
Suddenly, his scorching breath brushed against her neck, followed by an aggressive kiss that crashed down on her lips.
Emma's pupils contracted sharply as shock and humiliation instantly overwhelmed her reason.
Almost instinctively, she bit down hard!
The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, accompanied by a sharp, resounding slap that echoed in the confined space.
Emma broke free from his grip, stepped back, her chest heaving violently, her voice filled with uncontainable fury.
"Nicholas, have you lost your mind? Look at who I am!"
The slap sent Nicholas's head to one side, his face burning with pain, his lip bleeding where she'd bitten him.
He slowly turned back, his eyes frighteningly red, churning with mad possessiveness and offended rage as he stared at her.
His voice was hoarse, carrying a ruthless edge.
"Emma, you dare refuse me? After hooking up with Matthew for just a few days, you won't let me touch you? Your loyalties sure change fast!"
These insulting words stabbed into Emma's heart like knives.
She trembled with rage, firing back without hesitation, "We're getting divorced! Get your facts straight!"
Nicholas laughed lowly, but the sound was filled with ice shards, radiating an uncompromising obsession.
"I haven't signed the divorce papers yet. Until I do, you're still my wife!"
He stepped closer, his towering figure carrying intense pressure.
"Right now, I want you."
He spoke these words slowly and clearly, as if stating an indisputable fact.
Before the words had faded, he leaned down again, kissing her lips with irresistible force, this time with even stronger possessive intent.
Emma couldn't break free, only hearing his burning breath accompanied by hoarse murmurs in her ear, "Help me... sweetheart..."
That single "sweetheart," laden with unusual longing and pain, made Emma's heart jump violently.
Only then did she clearly sense something was wrong with him—his body was alarmingly hot, his eyes unfocused but filled with intense desire, completely unlike his usual self.
Had he been drugged?
The thought sent a chill through her.
Without question, this had to be Zoe's doing.
She pushed forcefully against his approaching chest, her mind instantly flashing back to Zoe's disgusting words.
"When you miscarried, Nicholas was in my bed..."
A wave of intense revulsion surged up, and she gritted her teeth, speaking each word clearly, "Get Zoe to help you! You disgust me!"
Nicholas's movements suddenly stopped.
He lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes flashing with hurt, which was then covered by even deeper desire.
His gaze was incredibly serious as he spoke each word deliberately.
"I never slept with her. From beginning to end, you're the only woman I've been with. Emma, don't refuse me."
Emma was completely stunned.
What did he just say?
He and Zoe had never...? How was that possible?
In the moment of her shock, Nicholas suddenly spun her around, pressing her heavily against the cold cabin wall.
He pressed tightly against her from behind, his burning body heat penetrating through the thin fabric, making her shiver.
One strong hand came around front, firmly restraining her struggling hands, lifting them high above her head, and pressing them against the wall.
His other hand had already begun roughly tearing at his shirt buttons, creating sharp sounds.
The cold wall and the burning body behind her created a stark contrast, leaving her nowhere to escape.
He lowered his head, his scalding lips beginning to kiss her pale, delicate back.
This beautiful back had already consumed his thoughts a thousand times tonight.
The wet heat made her scalp tingle as she cried out in terror, "Nicholas! Let me go! I don't want this!"
But he paid no attention to her cries and struggles, like a beast completely controlled by instinct.
Her screaming only doubled the excitement building in his body.
Because Emma was struggling so violently, Nicholas's injured hand was torn open again, blood seeping out.
But he didn't care—all he cared about was her, wanting desperately to devour her completely.
Just thinking about all the intimate moments between her and Matthew tonight drove him nearly insane.
"Nicholas!" Emma's voice carried a sob as she called out desperately, "It's not the right time today—snap out of it!"
These words seemed to trigger something.
Nicholas's movements paused for a moment.