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    He suddenly grasped her shoulders and pinned her against the wall, confining her within his arms. His voice was low and stern as he warned, “Marissa, don’t think about marrying anyone else but me.”


    Though she hadn’t considered marrying Everett, Marissa disliked beingmanded, even by Connor.


    Irritated, she said firmly, “We’re divorced. We have no connection anymore. Who I marry is my business, not yours.”


    Connor’s expression grew even darker. “So, you really want to marry Everett?”


    Marissa snorted dismissively, tilting her chin up proudly, neither confirming nor denying.


    To Connor, her attitude seemed like yet another implicit confirmation. He pressed his lips together, his gaze intense, almost as if he wanted to consume her.


    Most would find such an intense stare intimidating, but Marissa wasn’t one to back down. She held his gaze defiantly, challenging his power.


    This confrontation ended with Connor kissing her forcefully,pletely enveloping her with his intense presence.


    Marissa had experienced Connor’s unexpected kisses before, each imbued with a certain stealthy intensity. Yet, today’s kiss transcended all previous encounters, brimming with a fervor that bordered on aggression. Each connection of their lips was profound, as if he sought to consume her whole—lips, tongue, and all.


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    asionally, his teeth grazed her painfully. Each time a sharp pain sparked her to recoil, Connor’s grip would tighten. He drew her in closer, as if he wished to fuse her very essence with his.


    This overwhelming torrent of affection and domineering possessiveness washed over her, unmistakable in its intensity.


    Marissa, ever the skilledbatant, had always believed that her fighting skills either matched or exceeded Connor’s. They had never put this to the ultimate test, leaving a shroud of uncertainty between them. Today, however, a creeping doubt whispered to her that perhaps, in a real contest, she would falter against his superior strength.


    Their history of forced kisses was long, and despite their marriage and previous encounters, Marissa had never grown to appreciate being kissed without her consent. Each forceful press of his lips sparked an instinctual pushback, a drive to resist.


    But her resistance seemed almost futile. Against his steadfast resolve, she was like a feather against a boulder. His biting brought pain, and with it, anger, prompting her to attempt to teach him a lesson. But every defensive maneuver she tried was effortlessly countered. He captured her hands—one and then the other—leaving her powerless.


    In the end, she found herselfpletely encircled in his arms, reluctantly sumbing to the kisses he bestowed upon her as he wished.


    ck Mallow, known as the chief instructor of the Doomsday Base, had a reputation for unmatched prowess inbat, never having met an adversary she couldn’t best. Even her mentor, Zyair, had often felt the sting of defeat at her hands.


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