Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 357 Deep-Seated Trauma

Anastasia wanted to cry out in exasperation, for she should have known better than to trust this man.

“Elliot, I swear, if you think you can—”

However, before she could say the words ‘get away with it’, Elliot inched forward and kissed her.

He intended to get away with this, and it looked like he was succeeding. After all, he couldn’t help himself when it came to Anastasia; it was as if she was his fatal attraction, her presence probing and enticing him like a siren’s call.

Anastasia struggled against him for a few seconds, but it was all for show since she knew there was no escaping the man on top of her. In the end, she succumbed to his kisses, the hunger in her awakening with the way he nibbled and tugged on her lips.

However, there was a voice in the back of her head, albeit a muffled one, that nagged at her and made her keep her guard up. She wasn’t so much worried about someone walking in on them as she was about losing herself to Elliot and his deadly charisma.

She still wasn’t ready to bring their intimacy to the next level, and while the kiss was sweet and lingering, she couldn’t help sensing the danger in it as well. The air that crackled around them as their tension built reminded her of a brewing storm, and any time now, a hurricane would hit them and wreak havoc.

direction this very intimate kiss was taking, she wasn’t sure how she could keep the floodgates closed any longer, not when the water was

in her mind was

of surrendering to nature and

Elliot whispered huskily, “I want you,

shuddered as

from the couch without warning and carried

drew a blank. The dimness of the bedroom became something like a dark space for Elliot to act on his heightened senses. He wanted nothing more than to lay her down and please

insides were coiled up with mixed feelings she couldn’t quite decipher. When she tried to push Elliot away, he clasped her wrists and pinned her

touch

be Elliot, but that sc*mbag from five years ago. His strong arms, his towering build, and his domineering, unforgiving air struck a heavy resemblance

sensing that something was off with her, Elliot stopped

to get away from him as she cried, “Go away!

had become the source of her fear. Bewildered, he quickly got off the bed, strode over to the door, and turned on the lights in

her body trembled with

been doing just now—or

of the bed, keeping a safe distance as he reached out to stroke her hair gently. It made it seem like he was

she suddenly became aware of how she had overreacted. She flipped onto her side, looking flustered as she mumbled, “I’m sorry for scaring

in his voice as he