Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 448

The moment Harrison felt something tighten around his neck, his eyes lost focus. Selene, shorter than him, had to stand on her toes just to reach. Her breath came fast and hot against his cheek, ragged from nerves and exertion.

Harrison caught the scent of her—fresh, sharp, electric—and his whole body responded like parched earth drinking in the rain. Every pore opened, desperate to absorb her.

Instinctively, he tried to pull back, but Selene kicked him hard in the thigh, sending a jolt of pain up his leg. Every sharp burst she delivered sent his heart racing even faster.

God, this felt good.

Did he really like being punched and kicked by Selene? The more she hurt him, the more exhilarated he became.

He wrapped his large, powerful hands around Selene’s wrists, which were looped with the stethoscope she’d used to choke him. Even as she squeezed his neck, he was still stronger. With a single movement, he hoisted her off the ground, spun, and pinned her against the wall.

Her back hit the plaster hard. His broad frame pressed in close, trapping her, making it nearly impossible for her to keep up the pressure on his throat. The stethoscope could only bend so much; if she’d had a length of rope, she could have crushed his windpipe and silenced him for good.

“So desperate you couldn’t wait?” Harrison rasped, voice strained but still audible. “Even in a hospital bed, you need a man to keep you company?”

He’d snuck down to the hospital in the middle of the night, unable to rest until he saw her with his own eyes—just for a moment, he told himself. He never expected to find someone else in her bed.

How could she be sharing a bed with another man in the hospital?

He shot a quick glance at Carmel, who was fast asleep and oblivious to the chaos erupting around her.

“Out like a log,” Harrison muttered with disdain.

Selene shouted, “Hey—!”

He instantly clamped a hand over her mouth and nose. She struggled for air, squirming under his grip.

Carmel was notorious for being a heavy sleeper—thunderstorms, car alarms, even earthquakes couldn’t wake her. Even after Selene got up in the morning, Carmel would still be hugging Selene’s pillow in blissful sleep.

Selene twisted, craning her neck and sank her teeth hard into Harrison’s palm, as if she wanted to bite clean through his flesh.

A surge of pleasure crashed through him—pain and delight tangled together. His breathing grew rough, lips curling upward involuntarily.

His hands slid from her wrists down to her waist. Selene realized the stethoscope wasn’t doing the trick; she let go with one hand, groping along the wall until she found the emergency call button.

Seconds later—BANG!—the door flew open. The night nurse burst in and flicked on the lights.

The sight of a tall man looming over Selene shocked the nurse into a scream.

“Who are you?!”

Carmel, groggy, reached for Selene but found only empty sheets. Her eyes snapped open just in time to see a shadow dart past the bed.

“Who’s there?!” Carmel shouted, scrambling out of bed.

Busted, Harrison bolted toward the bathroom. He slipped out the window and into the emergency stairwell, yanking the stethoscope from his neck and stuffing it into his tracksuit.

But as he reached the ground floor, a line of security guards blocked his path.