Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 710

But the man kissed her again.

No—kissed wasn’t quite the word. It was more like a bite.

His mouth pressed against hers, not too hard, not too soft, grinding against her lips until Camila Davis felt a twinge of pain.

She drew a sharp breath, eyes wide with disbelief. He actually bit her.

Dennis Williams ignored her shock. He kept one hand pressed firmly against the back of her head, drawing her closer, his lips continuing their merciless assault.

This time, he didn’t bite, but his kiss was deep and consuming.

It was as if he meant to take everything from her, to devour her whole.

Camila’s mind went blank.

She’d expected the kiss to end quickly, like it always did.

But it didn’t.

Her breath was utterly stolen away, her rhythm thrown off until she could barely breathe, her face flushed red from the lack of air.

Just as she thought she might suffocate in his embrace, Dennis finally released her lips, at just the right moment.

But he didn’t stop. His mouth trailed down, grazing her smooth chin, her slender neck, lingering at her pale collarbone.

Each touch lingered, a mixture of teasing bites and gentle nips.

The pain was subtle, but impossible to ignore.

Camila had never felt anything like this.

Her hands clung to his shoulders, her fingertips tightening involuntarily with every movement he made.

The electric sensation of his touch sent shivers through her…

And then she remembered—they were still in the living room. Someone could walk in at any moment. The risk only made everything feel more intense, her nerves buzzing under her skin.

Her body went soft, collapsing into his arms, but she still tried to protest. “Don’t… someone might—”

It was all she could do to warn him, her last shred of rationality clinging on.

Dennis’s voice was rough and low, threaded with a dangerous kind of restraint.

He didn’t answer her warning. Instead, he asked, “Camila, do you know what you’ve done wrong?”

What did he mean?

Her thoughts were a tangled mess. She felt like she was losing her mind—how could she think clearly now?

“Did you?”

Dennis’s voice pressed on, unhurried, utterly in control even as he stoked the fire between them.

“I’ll stop when you finally understand what you did wrong.”

As he spoke, his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles along her waist, leaving a trail of marks on her skin.

Camila bit her lip. For the first time, she realized Dennis Williams had a wicked side.

They hadn’t even gone that far, but it felt like he knew every sensitive spot on her body, pushing her to the edge.

It was maddening.

“Dennis…” she gasped his name, hoping he’d show mercy.

But Dennis acted as if he hadn’t heard her at all.

She took a moment, letting the haze of emotion subside, her mind slowly clearing.

Now she understood.

What Dennis needed was for her to be stronger, to stop letting doubts and fears get the best of her.

With him, she didn’t have to be anxious or afraid.

All she needed was to trust him and lean on him.

She’d heard these words from him before, so many times.

But at the critical moment, she’d always lost her nerve.

This time, Camila finally understood. “I get it now.”

Dennis narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp and searching. “Have you learned your lesson?”

She nodded obediently. “I have.”

Seeing the sincerity in her face, Dennis was finally satisfied.

He pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to her lips—like a gentle reassurance. “You’d better remember. Next time, the punishment will be worse.”

Camila glanced down at herself.

There were marks on her skin, faint but unmistakable, the evidence of his earlier teasing. They wouldn’t fade anytime soon.

Her cheeks burned.

His way of punishment was truly shameless—she couldn’t even look at him!