Chapter 158

Trevon's kiss was forceful, his hand boldly roaming her body as if he owned her. The drug messed with his head, but he felt more awake than he had ever been.

Trevon's feelings for Madeline ran deeper than any fleeting effect of a drug. He yearned for her, truly and deeply, in a way that was nothing like his regrettable one-night stand with Lydia.

As he stood close to Madeline, there was no resistance in his heart or body. There was only an aching need to be near her, a sensation he had never experienced before.

They were married, after all. Intimacy should have been a given.

However, Madeline's hesitation was clearly tied to his past mistake with Lydia. He had ended things with Lydia and was determined to make it up to Madeline.

Lost in those thoughts, Trevon reached for the straps of Madeline's dress.

However, Madeline was in a panic. She scrambled for something, and her fingers closed around the handle of a fruit knife. With a surge of desperate courage, she plunged the knife