All Chapters of An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LYSSANDRA His lips crash onto mine. I whimper from the force of it, dragging my hands up his back and into his hair. The kiss is sinful, all teeth and tongue clashing, sucking the air right out of my lungs. His hands are still in my hair, holding just hard enough to keep me in place without hurting my scalp. His other hand holds my hip, pulling my body into his, curving around my back and sliding under the open edge of my top.The kiss is not gentle. It's tearing me apart, his tongue sweeping between my lips and dragging moans from the depth of my soul. Erden moves, lifting my ass off the couch, and up onto his waist, flush against his hard, fucking cock which digs into my stomach. He spreads me wide enough to press the tip of his girth flush between my legs where I'm already soaked. His hand fists tighter in my hair, holding me in place with just enough pain to make me gasp against his mouth. His other hand holds my hip, dragging me forward, crushing me against the solid wa

LYSSANDRAHis hand fists in my hair, but instead of forcing me down, he pulls me up, dragging me from the floor and into his lap.I gasp, the sudden movement stealing my breath, my knees sliding against the couch cushions as he settles me straddling him. His cock is hot, thick, and hard as iron under me, the blunt head nudging against my soaked body.“Did you want to keep sucking until I came in your mouth?” Erden growls.The air is cool against my skin, but his words are like fire. I'm trembling a little as I nod. His hand clamps down on my hips, holding me still when I try to grind against him. “I’m sorry, but I need to feel you now.” I want to argue with him, maybe even tease him, but there's nothing left but the ache of need in my stomach. “Erden…” his name slips out of my lips. “Get out of your clothes, and come sit on me.” He commands. I take my hands up, and drag the top off, allowing it to fall from my limp fingers. He spreads his legs, and sits, watching me without a

ERDEN I've barely said the words when my phone rings again. I know it's Aksel. He doesn't take no for an answer once his mind is made up. If I don't answer his call, I know he'll be on his way to me, which means I need to get Lyssandra home before he gets here. But Lyssandra is curled up in my bed, her skin flushed a rosy pink color despite the shower. Her eyes are downcast, and her jaw is tight. When she walked into my room, I'd wanted to fuck her. I knew damned that I needed her. That I wanted to pin her to my bed and rid myself of the hunger that tore through me each time she was close. But looking at her in the aftermath, with her skin glowing, her lips swollen and pink, curled up on the bed, I want her again. I feel hunger, and yearning. I feel more obsessed with Lyssandra Veyn. I want to show her all the ways she could beg to be mine. My eyes roll down her skin, over the dip of her navel, down her stomach to the cave between her legs, and past it to the spread of he

ERDEN She opens the door, steps out and slams it shut. I sit there for a second, watching her go. Her shoulders are still stiff, her hair still tangled from my fingers, and even when she's furious and wrecked, she looks stunning. It’s ridiculous that I’m thinking that when she just threw up in my house, but that’s what she does to me. She ruins logic. I step out of her car, and Oleg drives me home. It's already late in the evening. Oleg pulls into my driveway, and the headlights illuminates Aksel sitting on a black bike. He's sitting sideways on the seat, his helmet hanging off the handle, staring straight at me. He doesn't move as I walk up to him. When I'm within hearing distance, he asks. “Where were you?” “Busy. Just like I told you.” “Doing what?” I meet his eyes. “I said I was busy.” His jaw tightens. “Kavev’s in town.” That catches me off guard. “Why?” “He says he wants to talk.” “About what?” I ask, moving past him. Aksel gives me a look says he knows I’m fu

LYSSANDRA I hear a beeping sound and the call ends, but for some reason, I can still hear his voice echoing in my head. I stand there, still holding the phone against my ear. The man didn't sound as though he was bluffing. He also didn't sound like someone who needed my help. He sounded angry. Not at me, but at Erden. And that's what's gets me. I shouldn't care enough to consider meeting a stranger who somehow knows about me and Erden but there's something about his voice. Whatever Erden did to him, it must have been bad. And that’s what makes me lower the phone slowly, and turn to Iris. She's still beside me, shifting from one foot to the other. “Is everything okay?” “Where's Farouk?” “He's downstairs in your car. He never leaves the car.” Iris answers. I know he does that under Erden’s instructions, so that I can't leave the office without him. The thought of Eden has my throat tightening. I haven't heard a word from him all day, and I don't know how I feel abo