Just before the partition closed, Mitchel ordered, "Step on it."

Matteo could see Mitchel's veins on his temples. Without asking for a destination, he stepped on the accelerator and headed to the Serenity Villas as fast as he could.

Meanwhile, Raegan remained in a daze, her gaze fixed on Mitchel. Her eyes held a mixture of shock, revulsion, and bewilderment, and there was not a hint of joy or surprise.

The more Raegan stared at Mitchel, the fiercer Mitchel's intensity seemed to grow.

Raegan felt a surge of fear as his hungry eyes bore into her. Her gaze darted around, desperately searching for anything to use as a means of defense. In desperation, she shouted, "You maniac! I don't care if you're good-looking or not. What you're doing is against the law. If my brother finds out, he'll make sure you regret it!"

Sadly for her, her protests merely fell on deaf ears. Mitchel had no patience for such nonsense, and her threat made little sense to him.

For him, it had been a torturous five years without Raegan...

A simple kiss couldn't show how much longing he had felt during while she was away.

With this thought in mind, Mitchel instinctively reached out and cupped the back of Raegan's head. Once more, his thin lips pressed onto hers with a fervent intensity...

Raegan seethed with anger. Although she had given birth to Janey, she couldn't recall what it was like to kiss a man passionately.

She remembered feeling close to her husband, Kabir, but their intimacy had been limited to holding hands. There had been no passionate kisses or any other fervent encounters. Hence, she felt that Mitchel was taking advantage of her, which was unacceptable.

Furious and anxious, Raegan didn't hesitate and sank her teeth into Mitchel's lips.

The metallic taste of blood flooded her mouth.

Mitchel clamped down on her jaw, his thin lips now stained with blood, which looked rather sexy. He narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "You can bite me anywhere. Just not the lips, okay?"

With that said, he hoisted Raegan onto his shoulder and carried her into the villa. Yes, he carried her over his shoulder.

Raegan could tell that the man had an astounding physical strength.

Carrying a person on his shoulder seemed as effortless as picking up a chicken.

Desire burned in Mitchel's eyes. Kissing Raegan had done little to quench his thirst, particularly after five long years of solitary nights.

He longed for her, so much so that he wished he could merge her into his very being so that she would never leave him again.

The instant Mitchel tossed her onto the bed, Raegan turned and hurled a lamp directly at his face.