บททั้งหมดของ DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

His mouth clamped on my clit, and he sucked it into his mouth. I moaned, running my fingers through his glorious hair, watching him eat me out with hungry eyes. He looked me in the eye the entire time, and I wanted to cry, because I knew no other man could make me feel the way he did. I felt like a peach, dripping nectar directly into his mouth. The orgasm crept up on me. One moment I was enjoying his strokes, my body shivering on his bed, and the next each and every one of my muscles clenched, tightened, and tensed, my eyes falling shut as I cried out his name."Marcus.....!"It took me almost a full minute to come down from the post-orgasmic fog, and by the time I sobered up, he was already nudging my legs apart, and angling his cock into me, watching as his tip slid in.I looked up at him. His eyes seared through mine.“Are you ready for this?” he asked, his voice, his face full of lust and hunger.I nodded."Say it." He growled."I want this.... I want you."“I won’t be gentle.” H

I paused. And then I looked him straight in the eye.“I don’t know if I’ve told you this, but Ryan built his empire on my father’s money. On my father’s sweat and blood. And I will not let him get away with it. It’s not so simple. I won’t just walk away and leave him with everything my father worked for”My voice grew stronger.“He has to pay me back. He has to pay back every single thing.”I shook my head. “I’m not going back because I miss him. I’m going back because I need to get what’s rightfully mine. I need to get everything back. I feel like I will never fully recover, never truly make a step forward if I lose it all and he took everything."My voice was quiet, but sharp, cutting through the air."He deserves to be stripped of everything. The fact that I trusted him, loved him, gave him everything... and he goes on stealing from me, leaving me with nothing..." I stopped, a lump forming in my throat. "How ugly does a person's heart have to be to do something like this?"It wasn’

Having come up with the plan, it was now just three days until the day we had agreed I would go back to the Bennetts, to Ryan, to my husband.I was in the bedroom, thinking Marcus was downstairs in his office. He had taken a few calls earlier, and I’d been too tired to do anything else, so I stayed back, relaxing. I was just coming from the bathroom, towel drying my hair, when the door opened and Marcus walked in.He looked tense.“I didn’t want to tell you this before,” he began, standing in the doorway, “because I didn’t want to startle you… or make you nervous.”I frowned, confused. He hadn’t even greeted me with a kiss properly. “I don’t understand,” I said. “What are you saying?”“Come. Sit down,” he said, stepping forward and gently taking my hand. He guided me toward the bed, helping me sit at the edge. His touch was steady, but something in his eyes said otherwise.“It’s about your plan,” he said.My frown deepened. “What about it?”“I’m not saying I don’t trust it. Or that I

I brushed a hand across his neck and into the thick hair at his nape. He let out a quiet, tense breath. A heady warmth poured off his chest, and I absorbed it like an addict. My fingers laced through the soft strands, gripping a handful like I’d done every day.Feather-light, his hands skimmed up the backs of my thighs, and my pulse sparked like crackles in a fire. My breasts were bare beneath my towel, heavy and tight so close to his face. He only had to move his head to put his mouth on them, to relieve them of this pressure.His fingers grew firmer on my thighs, gripping the flesh, caressing it. Something tugged on my stomach from the inside as the fiery heat of his palms burned through my skin. Every squeeze sent a thrum between my legs, settling into an empty ache. My breaths came out ragged and shallow while he remained silent, as though what he was doing deserved his full concentrationMy stomach tightened as his hands inched beneath my cotton shorts, teasing the curve of my ch

I decided to tell him the truth."I don’t know."He looks at me, and I can see the disappointment in his eyes. He doesn’t try to hide it. I guess it wasn’t the answer he wanted.But even though I don't want to lie to him, also, it’s not like we’re together.“Look, Marcus,” I begin, reaching for something I don’t even have the words for. But he doesn’t let me finish my sentence. And maybe that’s for the best, because honestly, I have no idea what I was about to say.His mouth finds mine before I can form another word, rough, angry, aching. There’s no tenderness in it, just frustration and possession. And something else. Something almost like desperation.My breath catches as he pulls me closer, his hands firm on my waist like he’s trying to anchor me to this moment, to him, like if he lets go, I’ll drift straight into the arms of someone else. Into Ryan’s arms. And I want to tell him he’s wrong. That this....this tension, this fire, this madness is only his. But I can’t speak. Not when