Sebastian''s breath hitched. It hit him then—Natalie had checked outpletely.


    He was speaking into a void; she hadn''t heard a single word.


    He reached out, snatched the phone from her hand, his voice low and tight with suppressed fury. “Natalie, I said, you''ll get carsick if you y on your phone. Put it away and sit properly!"


    Natalie was taken aback. "Oh."


    Just as Sebastian was about to hand the phone back, a message popped up on the


    screen.


    [Natalie, I found a dozen male models with amazing physiques. Want toe take a look? Don''t worry, they''re not the muscle-bound types you mentioned. They have that perfect blend of healthy power and grace. Absolutely wless.]


    Sebastian was speechless.


    He took a deep breath. Male models?


    Marshall was finding male models for his wife?


    Marshall must have a death wish.


    He fought back his rage, his eyes glinting murderously.


    Natalie suddenly felt an intense chill.


    What was going on?


    Why was he so angry all of a sudden?


    Just as Sebastian looked at Natalie, she happened to look at him. The streetlights illuminated her face, her fair skin, and the gentle flutter of her eyshes.


    Sebastian yanked her hand, pulling her violently toward him and trapping her with his arm.


    Natalie was shocked and panicked. "Sebastian, what is wrong with you? Let me go!"


    All she could see was Sebastian''s handsome face, magnified before her eyes.


    His scent enveloped her, a heady mix of sandalwood and raw intensity that always left her breathless. It was an overwhelming presence, one that rattled herposure and left her heart racing in fear.


    “Natalie, you like male models that much? Are they more handsome than me? Is their body better than mine?"


    "If you like abs, mine are perfect. I''ll let you touch them all you want. If you like a handsome face, I can let you look your fill."


    "If you like pretty boys, I can grow my hair out a bit. I''ll have more charm than any of them."


    Sebastian''s words tumbled out in


    rush. He had always been confident


    in his looks. No one could


    understand just how furious he was


    that moment.


    Natalie froze, her mind immediately jumping to Marshall.


    Did he send some kind of earth-shattering message?


    “Sebastian, calm down," she said quickly. "What''s wrong? What male models?”


    "What''s wrong? What male models?"


    Sebastian sneered. "We''re going home. Since you''re so unsatisfied you have to go looking for other men, let you experience true pleasure tonight. I''ll show you that I''m more of a man than any of them could ever hope to be."


    Without another word, he captured her lips in a bruising, possessive kiss.


    One hand easily slipped inside the loose cor of her shirt.


    And closed around her soft breast.


    Natalie went rigid, a powerful sense of humiliation flooding her. Her eyes flew wide open.


    What was wrong with him?


    Sebastian was usually so restrained. What had gotten into him?


    His hand continued its exploration downward.


    He felt her softness, a sensation that words couldn''t describe.


    A feeling offort he could only experience with her.


    Sebastian''s hand tightened, his fingers stroking a sensitive spot.


    "Ah..." A soft sound escaped Natalie''s lips. She was too sensitive to resist his touch.


    Sebastiandost all reason. One hand


    d down on the back of her et


    head and his punishing kiss left


    Natalie breathless content


    She struggled, but Sebastian only held her tighter.


    She made muffled, choked sounds as she fought against him.


    Suddenly, a blinding beam of light shot toward them from the front.