Chapter 309

The clang of the ring hitting the floor was like a sharp knife, cutting through the fragile facade of Vincent's composure. From the moment he forced Hannah to pull over, he had been suppressing the turbulent emotions within him.

All at once, his restraint snapped. Any trace of calm vanished from his face, replaced by a raw, unfiltered anger.

"Why?" His voice came out rough and broken. He lunged forward, erasing the distance between them in an instant.

Hannah instinctively stepped back, her back colliding heavily with the cold edge of the chair behind her.Still, her eyes held steady, cold and unafraid, as she stared straight at him. "I don't feel anything for you."

To Vincent, this was the most unacceptable answer. Memories flashed in his mind-the sultry voices drifting through the line and that undeniable love bite on Hannah's neck.

"Don't feel anything?" he repeated. The last thread of reason in his mind snapped at that moment. "You feel nothing for me?" His laugh was bitter and filled with disbelief. "But you feel something for Claude?"

Hannah frowned, sensing a misunderstanding on Vincent's part.

Before she could say anything, he had already seized her.

Vincent movedso fast that she barely saw it coming, and his grip was ironclad. He locked one arm around her waist, yanking her close with a force that made escape impossible. There was nothing tender about the way he held her.

"Vincent, have you lost your mind? What are you trying to do?" Hannah struggled fiercely, kicking and shoving as she struggled to break free.

Every bit of her resistance only made Vincent's anger burn hotter. "What do you think I'm doing?" His breath burned against her ear, hot and ragged. "I'm going to make you feel something!" He could not accept the idea that she was numb to him. Without warning, the hand at her waist slid roughly beneath the slit of her dress.

"Ah!" Hannah gasped sharply, her body flinching at the sudden invasion.

Vincent ignored her tension, his touch rough and harsh, lacking any gentleness or warmth-driven only by raw, possessive anger.

"You claimn you don't feel anything? Then explain this,"he said, his grip pressing harder, as if trying to prove a point through force.

Refusing to cry out, Hannah bit hard on her lower lip, swallowing the pain. This man was compleely out of control.

Moments dragged by, each second feeling endless.

No matter how rough Vincent became, Hannah's body remained cold and unresponsive.

That truth crashed over himn like a shock of cold water, quenching the heat of his anger in an instant. His assault faltered, the frenzy draining from his movements.

"Are you finished?" Hannah asked, her voice flat, not even glancing his way as she stepped aside.

A heavy wave of shame crashed into Vincent, wiping out every trace of rage. He stumbled back, as if the ground had disappeared beneath him. He realized he had lost control again. "I... apologize." Each word was dragged from him, strained and difficult to say.

"Apology?" A low, mocking laugh slipped from Hannah's lips. She closed the distance between them until only half a foot separated them. "Your apology doesn't mean a thing to me."

Before he could even react, she grabbed hold of his right wrist and, with a sudden surge of strength, shoved him backward.

Vincent staggered, colliding hard with the sideboard behind him. With a thud, the impact sent pain shooting up his back, but Hannah pressed on.

Her hand moved without hesitation, slipping beneath his trousers with determined force. There was nothing

gentle or playful in her touch. Only hard, relentless pressure-her fingers squeezed, kneaded,and claimed the most vulnerable part of him.

Every move she made was calculated, her roughness echoing what he had done to her just moments ago.

Vincent could have broken away if he truly wanted, but he stayed frozen, his eyes never leaving her face.

Hannah's grip tightened, her voice as cold and steady as steel. "So, tell me-how does it feel to be on the receiving end? Do you enjoy it?"

Her hand shifted slightly, pulling a strangled groan from his throat.

"Sorry." Her lips curled into a frosty, unyielding smile as she spoke the word with absolute clarity."1wanted you to feel it. Every second."

With that, Hannah yanked her hand away and gave him one more shove for good measure.

She was not the type to swallow an insult or injury. There would be no forgiveness, no letting go,not from her. She was no pushover.