Semua Bab Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging: Bab 151 - Bab 160

I woke to the smell of coffee and unfamiliar sounds in my kitchen. For a disorienting second, panic flared—someone was in my house—until the memory returned. Alex. Beach. Car. Couch. Bed. Floor at some point. Then bed again.My body ached in ways both foreign and familiar. My pussy was raw and swollen from fucking all night. It felt good. We had fucked again even after Alex came in me. I stopped at that thought. Alex had cummed in me multiple times last night. The thought of it somehow made my pussy ache again, I could feel it getting moist again. I snapped. Shit. I would need to sort that out later —getting backup.I stretched, taking inventory of what Alex had done to me. Purple marks dotted my inner thighs. Finger-shaped bruises colored my hips w

“Come here.”"I've been thinking about this for the last hour," he admitted, fingers already working at the button of my jeans. "You, just like this."I rocked against his hardened cock already evident beneath me. "You were supposed to be working.""Not with you biting your lip every time you read something challenging." His hands slipped inside my jeans, panties giving way, immediately finding my pussy like it was normal. "It's distracting.""Sorry," I said, with a slight shiver, but I wasn’t sorry at all."No, you're not." He squeezed, fingers digging into flesh in a way that made me gasp. "But you will be. Maya"The Mention of my name made something break loose in my head. The way it rolled off his tongue like they were meant only for him. And suddenly, my name was special.He pulled my shirt over my head, immediately burying his face between my still confined breasts. My bra followed, tossed somewhere behind the couch. His mouth closed around my nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive

We moved to the dining room, a procession of expensive clothes and cold fury. I hung back, retrieving my phone, before moving to join them..The dining room looked like a spread from Architectural Digest—crystal chandeliers reflecting off polished silver, white roses arranged in perfect symmetry down the center of the mahogany table. It was the same setting Mother had used for every important dinner since I was a child.Maya paused in the doorway, her eyes scanning the familiar opulence. I could see the familiar expression that passed her face—recognition, remembrance, then it gave way to revulsion. Then it was gone, replaced by the careful mask she'd worn since arriving."You've redecorated," she observed, taking her seat. Alex sat beside her, his presence altering the careful balance of the table. Wher

MayaThe door to the Kingston mansion clicked shut behind us. I kept walking, heels stabbing the concrete with each step, not slowing until I reached Alex's car. My breath came in sharp pulls, chest tight, hands trembling. Not from fear. Rage.The car pulled away from the mansion. I stared straight ahead, jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. Neither of us spoke as we left the house that had never been my home.Four blocks. Five. Six. The silence stretched between us, broken only by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional click of the turn signal. My muscles ached from the effort of not screaming."Did you—" I started, then stopped. Started again. "Did you see his face when—"I couldn't even finish the se

I was on my third scotch when I texted Troy.SOS. All gone to shit.Immediately regretted it. Deleted the follow-up explanation I'd started typing. Tossed the phone onto the couch and poured another drink. The alcohol wasn't helping, just making everything soft around the edges while the sharp center remained—the look on Alex's face when I'd weaponized the one thing I knew mattered to him.Eventually I stumbled to bed, still in my dress, makeup smeared from wiping at eyes I refused to admit were wet.I must have fallen asleep, because the sound of my phone jolted me awake. The room was dark, my mouth cotton-dry. The screen said 2:46 AM."Hello?" I rasped."Are you d