Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 433: Let the fun begin

Daniel chuckled under his breath as he closed the distance between them. His hand came to rest at her waist—warm, familiar—anchoring them both firmly in the moment.

"Careful," he murmured. "You’re the one who started this."

Anna tilted her head, her eyes shining with mischief. "I know," she said lightly. "That’s why it’s more fun."

Her gaze flicked upward, thoughtful for half a second before she looked back at him. "Are you going to help me with my pants," she asked casually, as if the question didn’t carry intent.

Daniel didn’t bother answering. His hands were already there.

A soft chuckle slipped from Anna’s lips—until it faltered. Because when she looked down, Daniel had gone still, focused. There was something devastatingly dangerous in the way he looked at her now—calm, deliberate, entirely in control.

His fingers worked with precision, undoing the button with unhurried care. Then he lowered himself, guiding the fabric down slowly, his touch feather-light but intentional. Anna’s breath hitched despite herself.

When she was left bare except for the flash of red against her skin, Daniel stood and pulled her closer without warning.

His palms traced the curves of her waist, thumbs pressing in just enough to make her gasp. He gave a slight pinch, playful—but possessive.

Anna hissed and shot him a glare, looking down at him. "What was that?" she demanded.

Daniel lifted his head, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "That," he said calmly, "was for even thinking about losing them."

She rolled her eyes, swatting his hand away, though there was no real heat behind it. "That hurts," she protested, even as she reached for him and pulled him upright.

He towered over her now.

"You’re being paranoid," Anna said, leaning closer until their lips brushed, her voice lowering. "And dramatic." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Daniel caught the shift instantly—the way the irritation in her eyes melted into something playful, inviting. He was just about to respond when she moved first.

Her hands went to his waistband, decisive, tugging him closer as she pushed the fabric down his hips with a confidence that made his breath stutter.

Anna looked up at him, satisfaction flickering across her face.

"See?" she murmured. "Fair is fair."

Daniel laughed softly, resting his forehead against hers, his breath warm and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. His hands slid back to her waist, drawing her flush against him, leaving no space for doubt—or escape.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "You enjoy cornering me like this, don’t you?" she murmured, though she made no move to pull away.

"Only when you pretend you don’t like it," he replied, voice low, amused.

Holding her gaze, his hand traced the slow curve of her spine, deliberate enough to make her shiver. He paused mid-back, fingers brushing the strap of her bra as if he’d just discovered it by accident.

She inhaled sharply. "Daniel..."

"That’s my name," he teased, lips quirking. "I was hoping you still remembered."

With one swift, effortless motion, the strap slipped down her shoulder. He didn’t rush after it—just watched her reaction, eyes dark with satisfaction.

Daniel didn’t close the distance right away. Instead, he lingered there, close enough that every breath she took brushed against his chest, close enough that she could feel the steady, infuriating calm of his heartbeat—so unlike her own.

Her chin lifted in quiet defiance. "You’re staring," she said, voice steady, even as her fingers tightened in his shirt as if anchoring herself.

"I’m appreciating," he corrected softly.

His thumb brushed along her waist, not quite a caress, not quite still either—an absent-minded motion that suggested familiarity he hadn’t earned yet. Her breath caught despite herself, and Daniel noticed. Of course he did. His mouth curved, not into a smile, but something more restrained. Something dangerous.

"You do that on purpose," she accused.

"Breathe?" he asked innocently. "Or make you lose track of it?"

She huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head, but didn’t step back. "You’re impossible."

"And yet," he said, lowering his voice, "you’re still right here."

That landed harder than she wanted it to. She swallowed, gaze flicking to his mouth before she could stop herself. Daniel’s eyes darkened—not with hunger alone, but with patience. He reached up, knuckles grazing her jaw, tilting her face just enough to keep her attention where he wanted it.

"You always look like you’re about to say something," he murmured. "And then you don’t."

"Maybe I know better," she shot back, though the words came out softer than intended.

"Maybe," he agreed. "Or maybe you’re waiting to see what I’ll do."

His hand slipped from her jaw, trailing down slowly, deliberately, stopping just above her hip. He didn’t pull her closer this time. He didn’t have to. Her body responded on instinct alone, closing the last inch between them, heat blooming where they touched.

She froze the moment she realized she’d moved first.

Daniel felt it—the hesitation, the flicker of awareness—and stilled. "If you want me to stop," he said quietly, "say it."

She looked up at him then, really looked, searching his face for mockery or triumph and finding neither. There was restraint there. Control. And something far more unsettling—respect.

"I didn’t say that," she replied after a beat.

"No," he said. "You didn’t."

He leaned in, slowly enough that she could pull away if she chose. His lips hovered near her ear, not touching, just close enough that his words sent a shiver straight down her spine.

"You always fight me like this," he murmured. "Like you’re afraid if you give even an inch, you’ll lose."

She turned her head slightly, lips brushing his cheek by accident—or maybe not. "And you always act like you’ve already won."

A low chuckle vibrated through him. "Not won," he corrected. "Waiting."

Anna’s eyes flickered with understanding, and the next moment her hand was inside his boxer, clutching his throbbing member.

"Let the fun begin."

Daniel’s eyes darkened at her teasing smile, but he wasn’t going to let her take the credit alone.

"Let the fun begin.

Anna gaped as Daniel slid his hand inside her panties, feeling the warmth of her womanhood against his skin.