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.

she could keep the

veil. The voice of reason in her mind was being constantly drowned out by her own desire, and for a moment, it was like reality

on the verge of surrendering to nature and primal

huskily, “I

shuddered as she willed herself to push

from the couch without

was so stunned that her mind drew a blank. The dimness of the bedroom became something like a dark space for Elliot to act on his heightened senses. He wanted

When she tried to push Elliot away, he clasped her wrists and pinned her hands above her

touch

as if her mind did not perceive the man kissing her to be Elliot, but that sc*mbag from five years ago. His strong

something was off with her, Elliot

from him as she cried, “Go away! Don’t

of her fear. Bewildered, he quickly got off the bed, strode over to the door, and turned

closed while her body trembled with insurmountable fear

had been doing just now—or rather, whatever he had been doing to

on the edge of the bed, keeping a safe distance as he reached out to stroke her hair gently.

only then that she opened her misty eyes, and she suddenly became aware of how she had overreacted. She flipped onto her side, looking

in his voice as he said,