Chapter 62 He Forcefully Kissed Her Again.

Emily couldn't believe James had the nerve to say those things.

She sat in the car, feeling like her heart was being ripped to shreds, each piece filled with pain and despair.

James refused to believe the baby she once carried was his, and he made her get an abortion. She felt so powerless. How ridiculous was that?

Emily bit her lower lip, trying to ease the pain in her heart. "How can you say that? How dare you insult me like this, James! I will never be your mistress!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Showing weakness in front of James would only make him trample on her dignity even more.

When she got pregnant, Emily dreamed about what the baby would look like and imagined their happy life as a family. But James took all that away.

At that moment, James slammed on the brakes and leaned in close. His breath was hot and oppressive.

Emily instinctively tried to pull away, but he grabbed her wrist and yanked her into his arms.

James's tall body pressed against hers, his warmth searing her, pinning her against the car door, making it impossible to move.

The seatbelt he had just fastened for her now held her tightly in place.

Emily looked up in panic, meeting James's cold eyes. "Let go of me!"

Before she could finish, James bit her lip hard. "Shut up!"

Emily pushed against his chest, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

James wouldn't let her go, lifting her chin and swallowing all her whimpers and struggles.

Emily fought hard, but he held her firmly, his grip so strong it felt like he was embedding her into his body.

His fingers threaded through her hair, gripping the back of her head, forcing her to look up at him as his wild kiss descended, giving her no space to breathe.

'He's insane! How could he kiss me at this time?' Emily thought as she pounded on him desperately, but it was useless.

She didn't even know why James was doing this in the car; he forcefully pried open her lips.

Emily had no chance to resist.

His kiss was fierce, filled with dominance and possessiveness.

She gradually weakened, feeling suffocated, her breathing rapid, her heart racing.

Tears finally fell, landing on James's hand, burning hot.

James paused slightly and lifted his head, finally stopping to catch his breath.

Emily raised her hand and slapped him.

James's head turned from the impact, and he pressed his tongue against his teeth, turning back to sneer at her. "Emily, you've got quite a temper now, daring to hit me."

"You're a bastard!" Emily panted, her chest heaving, eyes red with anger.

"Bastard?" James laughed, leaning back. "This isn't the first time I've kissed you. We've had sex so many times since the divorce, and tried every position. Now you call me a bastard? Isn't that a bit much? Is my kissing worse than John's?"

Emily didn't expect him to mock her like this, her chest heaving with rage. "We're divorced! Why do you keep bothering me?"

"Because you're great in bed, and I'm not done with you yet." James's eyes sparkled with mischief. "If you become my mistress, I can give you whatever John can. No need to be so angry."

Emily raised her hand to slap him again, but James caught it, gritting his teeth. "You want to hit me again?"

Emily struggled, her eyes red. "Let go of me, or I'll scream for help!"

James didn't care. 

"Don't you think there's already enough gossip online?" she shouted.

James calmly pinned her hands, not taking her seriously.

Emily couldn't understand why, even after their relationship ended, he, who didn't even acknowledge her child, kept tormenting her.

James's chiseled face loomed large in front of her, his tall body pressing in again. Emily lifted her foot to kick the car door, trying to make some noise.

"Go ahead and kick it hard." James didn't stop. "You can bring everyone over and let them see what's going on between us."

Emily was speechless with anger. "What about Olivia! Aren't you afraid she'll find out?"

James was still careless, replying, "That's my business."

"You're out of your mind!" Emily's heart spasmed with anger, but she had no way out.

James couldn't figure out what he was doing either.

Emily's constant rejection made him want to keep her by his side at all costs.

Emily had just been pregnant with John's child, and James was still intensely jealous, so he couldn't just let go of her like that.

"James! What do you want?" Emily asked in a low voice.

"Emily, you don't have a choice now. You just had an abortion; I don't want to hurt you, so don't move." James tightened his grip on her wrist, his other hand cupping her face as he continued to kiss her.

At this moment, all his restraint and coldness vanished. Only his deeply hidden malevolent nature remained. He just wanted to bully her, to torment her, to make Emily, who dared to be with John, have only him in her heart and eyes.

Emily opened her mouth and bit him hard. James, in pain, let go of her, but his eyes still locked onto her, as if he would consume her right there.

"What do you want?" Emily shouted.

James stared coldly at her, his voice dangerous. "Cut off all contact with John, and forget about that child. You still have Michael. If you agree to be my mistress, you can see him often. Emily, you better not refuse me again, or you won't be able to bear the consequences."