My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 505

Right after he removed the hand grasping Natalie's chin, Remington unexpectedly trapped her between him and the car door.

His right hand hugged around her waist, his left hand on the side of her head, and his chest pressed tightly against Natalie's tiny frame.

They were so close that Remington was almost crushing her - she could hardly breathe.

"Remington, leave me alone."

She thought that he was just fooling around as usual.

She assumed that if she asked Remington to let go, he would.

But she did not expect that this time, he was serious.

At that moment, Remington's mind was in a whirl.

Perhaps ever since he made that deal with Tobias, it had tightened a wire in his brain.

Although he appeared calm, he knew that he had no chance of winning.

Even though Natalie had lost her memories and forgotten about Tobias, she also lost all feelings for Remington whatsoever.

He had once been determined to get her, but now he knew that it was impossible even if he tried.

And with what Natalie had told him, it became the last straw that squeezed out any hope he had left.

Natalie was going to move in with Tobias.

When Natalie told him this, Remington couldn't hear what were her reasons at all. The only thing that blared in his mind was the news that Natalie was moving in with Tobias.

If Natalie moved in with Tobias, he could already imagine what would happen.

He suddenly felt a little regretful. Could it be that he was not obvious enough with her?

Perhaps with women, you had to be extra forward sometimes.

Only by satisfying her in bed, would she be interested.

The expression in Remington's eyes turned cold. His hold on Natalie's waist tightened as he pulled her onto his lap. Giving her a brutal gaze, he asked, "Natalie, are you moving in with Tobias because you hope that something will happen between you two? You want that, don't you?"

Natalie felt a burning hot sensation at her waist, like being scalded by a soldering iron.

Panic filled her eyes as she exclaimed,

"Remington, what are you talking about? Let me go."

"If you want, I can satisfy you." His eyes were fierce, determined to get an answer out of her.

His out of usual behavior frightened her - this was the first time he spoke in such a tone.

Natalie realized that this time, Remington was not just messing with her.

She mustered all her strength to push him away, but he did not budge.

Natalie no longer cared. She lifted her foot and kicked Remington.

But he was faster.

As soon as her foot touched his pants, he clamped it between his legs.

The next second, Remington leaned forward, wanting to kiss Natalie's lips.

He had long wanted to have a taste of her, but he had been struggling to suppress himself.

Which of course, does not align with his true character at all.

But even after suppressing himself for so long, Natalie was still not his.

Swiftly, Natalie dodged her face away and avoided him.

Remington's lips lightly brushed against the corners of her mouth, landing on her cheek.

It felt as soft and smooth as the finest of silks.

A fierce heat rose in his lower abdomen, and his eyes burned with desire.

Just a small kiss on her cheek was driving him wild.

Every single cell in his body was on fire, screaming, starving for Natalie.

His eyes suddenly shone with a burning glaze that had never been there before. At that moment, all rationality in his mind had disappeared.

There was only one thought left.

He wanted Natalie.

All of a sudden, he grabbed onto both her wrists and placed them on top of her head.

She was no match for him - Natalie could not move at all.

Her whole body was trembling with fear at the sight of the man in front of her. It wasn't Remington, it was someone she had never seen before.

She had never expected that the man with the foxy grin could be so terrifying.

Natalie's teary eyes widened in panic, her teeth chattering like a bunny caught in a thunderstorm,

"Remington, you're crazy! Get off me, you lunatic!"

Her shrieks did not bring him back to his senses but instead seemed to further excite him.

Remington withdrew his hand.

It only took one more move for this woman to become his.

But all of a sudden, he lost all desire.

It seemed that using force was meaningless.

He let go of her.

Reacting quickly, Natalie opened the door.

"Clap!"

A sharp, firm slap landed on the man's cheeks.

Five bright red fingerprints immediately appeared, stamped on his fair features.

With the leftover energy that she could muster, she got out of the car and fled.

The whole time she was running, Natalie's sobbed her eyes out, bawling.

She wept for her sorrow, and she wept for Remington.

He had taken up so much space in her heart.

Space that had nothing to do with sexual attraction.

She had regarded Remington as a good friend -someone she could trust and talk to.

But he had done something so unexpectedly vile.

When she was finally tired from crying, Natalie found a place and sat down, exhausted and drained.

A lot of images flashed through her mind.

When she and Remington met for the first time and he flashed her that sly, foxy grin, when he had cracked jokes to make her happy, and when he had comforted her to make her feel better.

In the end, everything meant nothing because of what had happened in the car.

Remington had tried to force himself on her. That was sexual assault.

A bitter smile appeared on Natalie's lips.

Just like that, everything was over.

That friendship that went beyond the feelings of man and woman dissipated like a fragile bubble, as if it was never there.