Divorced Mr Billionaire, Now He Wants Me Back

Elena's POV.

I married a dominant man.

Adrian Black, my husband treats sex the same way he treats work..

He doesn't make love, doesn't whisper sweet things, doesn't even kiss me.

He just pushes me into the mattress, slides inside me with that thick, heavy cock of his, and takes what he needs.

And I being the pathetic contract wife takes whatever pieces of pleasure that falls through his fingers.

“F…fuck Adrian!”

His hips slammed into me again making moans fly out of my mouth faster than I could swallow them.

“Don’t stop…” I gasped, voice already breaking.

Adrian didn’t respond, Instead, his grip clamped around my hips and he flipped me over effortlessly, like my body weighed nothing to him.

My back hit the mattress, legs falling open before I could even catch my breath.

His palms pushed my thighs wider

and then he drove into me in one brutal, merciless thrust.

“Ah…Adrian!”

The cry ripped out of me as my hands shot up, grabbing the headboard so I wouldn't slide up the bed from the force of him slamming into me.

He didn’t slow down, he just kept pounding into me with heavy thrusts that made my breasts bounce uncontrollably with every snap of his hips.

“Hold still,” he grunted, spreading my legs even wider with his knee.

I tried…God, I tried…but the pleasure built too fast, curling deep in my stomach.

“Oh my God…” I screamed, voice cracking. “I’m so close, baby…please don’t stop…please…”

“Fuuuck…Adrian!”

My back arched off the bed as I came, body shaking violently beneath him.

He didn’t stop and then after one last thrust, he pulled out quickly, breathing hard as he rolled off the condom.

Before he could even toss it aside, his phone rang.

Adrian didn’t even spare me a glance as he answered.

“Yeah,” he said, already standing. “I’m coming.”

My legs were still shaking when he stepped away from the bed, grabbing his shirt from the chair like nothing had happened and started typing on his phone.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself upright. My body still pulsed with the aftershocks of pleasure.

I slid off the bed, still naked, and went to him, he didn't even acknowledge me.

I pressed my palm over the firm curve of his ass, leaning into him, my fingers teasing the waistband of his trousers.

With my other hand, I reached to stroke his dick, softening now, still warm from how deeply he’d been inside me.

“What do you think you're doing Elena?” He asked angrily.

“Don’t tell me you’re leaving…” My voice wavered before I could stop it. “Tonight is our anniversary, Adrian.”

He kept typing.

“We’re supposed to be planning to have another baby,” I whispered against his back. “Why do you keep using a condom? And…”

“Woman, can you please shut up? You’re talking too much.”

I froze.

Adrian stepped aside and pointed at the desk without looking at me.

“Sign the papers.”

My breath snagged in my throat. “What papers?”

I moved slowly, dread dripping down my spine as I reached the desk and my eyes skimmed through the words.

DIVORCE.

I gasped, the word cutting the air out of my lungs.

“Divorce? W…what is the meaning of this?

My voice cracked horribly. “Adrian… what did I do?”

Adrian didn’t even look at me as he adjusted his cufflinks.

“What you did or didn’t do,” he said flatly, “is none of my business.”

My heart stopped.

“The truth is,” he continued, slipping his phone into his pocket, “I’m tired of seeing your face every other day.”

“You’re a contract wife, Elena. Nothing more.

The deal was simple: give me a child, and I, pay for your professional exam. Which, might I remind you, cost millions.”

My fingers tightened around the divorce papers until they crumpled.

“Adrian…” My voice broke. “The contract stated five years. This is just four. Adrian, please…please don’t do this to me. I’ve fallen for you. I…”

The confession cracked out of me like a wound tearing open.

“For the sake of our child,” I cried, “who is going to raise her? She needs both of us.”

Adrian scoffed, finally turning to me with a cold half-smile.

“I’m very capable of raising my daughter, especially with the help of my fiancée, by the way.”

My stomach dropped so fast I thought I’d collapse.

“Fiancée?” I whispered. “She’s the reason, right? She’s the reason you’re calling off our marriage? I thought you said you were done with her.”

Adrian’s eyes sharpened like I’d insulted something sacred.

“Done with the woman I fell in love with when I was sixteen?” he sneered. “You must be out of your mind.”

Why was I so delusional to think I could replace his first love, Gabrielle.

She had broken his heart at nineteen and told him her career was more important than stupid teenage love.

With the demise of his father and the company on the line, I, the foolish contract wife happened to be standing there at the right desperate time.

He stepped closer, his height swallowing the space between us.

“This…” He flicked a finger at me. At my naked, shaking, humiliated body. “This thing between us was merely transactional.”

My breath broke.

“I’m done, Elena.”

He leaned over the desk, voice dropping into a cold growl that made my skin crawl.

“Sign those fucking papers… and pack your bags. Leave before I get back.”

“I…I can’t leave like that, Adrian.”

My voice trembled so badly it barely sounded like mine. “I love you. She doesn’t. Gabrielle doesn’t love you, she’s only using…”

Adrian’s laugh cut me clean in the chest.

“I think the sex is getting into your head,” he said, wiping a hand over his jaw like he was bored. “Just because I fuck you every other day doesn’t automatically mean I’ll fall for you.”

His words sliced deeper than anything he had ever done physically.

“You’re just a placeholder, Elena.” He looked me up and down with disgust. “You were filling a gap until Gabrielle got her life together.”

I swallowed a sob but it still crawled out of me, shaking.

“Please…” My knees nearly buckled as I clutched the divorce papers to my chest. “Please don’t separate me from my child…she needs her mother…”

He just walked to the door and pulled it open, the hallway light spilling in behind him.

“If I return and meet you here,” he said in a voice so calm it terrified me more than his shouting ever could.

“You’re spending the rest of your miserable life in jail.”