Henley reached out, trying to lift her chin, his voice dark and intense. “What if I had taken you that night? Would Mitchel still welcome you back so easily?"

Raegan's anger surged. "Henley, don't you have any shame?"

Hearing his name used so directly only made Henley smirk. Such rebukes were only effective on people who followed the rules, and he was not one of them. He didn't care about morality or decency.

With a half-smile, Henley said, “Shame? In high places, it's all about respect."

“Get out of my way!" Raegan turned her head, refusing to let him touch her.

This move left the pale, delicate skin of Raegan's neck visible to Henley.

Her skin was so delicate that Henley could see the fine veins beneath, and her slight blush made her irresistibly captivating.

Henley was buzzing with a weird kind of excitement, almost feeling the urge to bite.

Five years hadn't cooled his obsession. Instead, it spiraled into madness. He was drawn to her scent, her voice, and her smiles. Just thinking about her gave him a sensation that shook his very soul.

The image of her fueled his wildest dreams, like a drug he couldn't quit.

Feeling deeply addicted, with the antidote seemingly within reach, Henley slowly leaned in, aiming for her delicate skin.

"Slap!" Raegan's hand struck his face. “Try anything, and I'm calling the police!"

Henley's cheek showed the mark of her slap, a bit of blood on his lip showing how hard she hit him. But he just laughed softly.

“Really, what will you tell them? A tale of a younger brother-in-law chasing his sister-in-law, or a sister-in-law tempting him?"

Raegan was disgusted by Henley's twisted words, and what he said next froze her to the core. "I don't care for rules. I get what I want."

Henley's bold statement was met with a powerful punch, driven by pure anger, that hit his face with the force of a storm.

Henley, caught off guard, stumbled backward, colliding with the wall.

In the blink of an eye, Mitchel's foot connected, sending Henley crashing to the ground. His knee pressed hard against Henley's throat.

Mitchel's cold, lacquer-black eyes bore into Henley, chilling as he hissed, "You're seeking death!"

With a bruised face already, Henley's situation worsened with each blow from Mitchel, swelling up half of his face. The injuries painted a gloomy picture of his predicament.