All Chapters of My CEO mate: Divorce made me his: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

THEA“I won’t let you,” I whisper.The words sound firm in my head, but they come out breathless. Weak. My hands tremble where they rest on the edge of the chair. My thighs are pressed tightly together, and I know he sees that too.Ezra doesn’t laugh. He just cocks his head, pale blue eyes blazing–hungry– as his hands stay shoved in his pocket.“Won’t let me what?” he murmurs.“You know what.”He leans closer. I stay seated, even though my instincts scream at me to move—run or fight or do something other than sit here and melt under his stare. But my body doesn’t listen. My knees fall open slightly as my breath hitches.His voice lowers again, thick like molasses. “You keep saying no, Thea, but your body’s already given me the answer.”“I don’t care,” I hiss, even as my hips shift, betraying me. “I don’t want this—”A slow, dangerous smile curls his lips. “Liar.”And before I can blink, I’m not in the chair anymore. I’m on his desk—lifted like I weigh nothing, my heels clattering agai

THEAIt’s too much.Too deep.Too perfect.He doesn’t give me time to adjust. Doesn’t slow. Doesn’t ask.Just takes.His cock stretches me wide, fills every inch, thick and pulsing with every throb of blood. The first thrust knocks the air from my lungs. The second steals my voice. By the third, I’m trembling—hips pinned to the desk, legs splayed, body wide open and helpless under his control.He fucks me like he owns me.Like he’s been starved for me.Like he deserves this—deserves to use me until there’s nothing left but the echo of his name on my tongue.Each stroke is punishing. Slick. Precise.The heavy drag of him pulls against my inner walls, forcing them to mold around his thickness. Every ridge, every vein, every relentless inch makes me more raw, more delirious.The desk groans beneath us, wood creaking in time with his hips. Papers scatter to the floor like snow, forgotten. All that matters is this: his body hammering into mine. His scent—warm, masculine, intoxicating—mixin

THEAI shouldn’t be this shaken.I shouldn’t still feel him. Under my skin. Between my thighs. In the space behind my teeth where I bit back a moan I never meant to give.But I do.I’m not supposed to lose control. I built my entire life around control—shaping it, hoarding it, wearing it like armor so no one could see how breakable I really am. But Ezra Harrington cracked me open like a secret I didn’t want told. And worse?I let him.Now I’m sitting in my car outside Finn’s school, clutching the steering wheel with hands that still tremble, trying to remember who the hell I’m supposed to be.Mother. Executive. Divorced woman with her dignity intact.Not… whatever I was sprawled across his desk, begging for more even after he bit me like he owned me. Like I belonged to him.The heat rises to my cheeks again—not from arousal this time, but from shame. From bone-deep mortification. My son is about to climb into this car, bright-eyed and innocent, and I’m sitting here drenched in sin and

EZRAI don’t know why I said that.The words slip past my lips before I can think them through—“Maybe we should take this more seriously.”And now she’s staring at me like I’ve grown a second head. Maybe I have. Because what the hell am I doing?This isn't the plan.She’s still standing in the ashes of her old life—heart cracked open, trust bleeding out. I should give her space. I should stay the hell away. But the truth is—I don't want to.I want her close.And it’s selfish. Because I’ve tasted her. Touched her. Left marks she didn’t ask for. And still—still—it’s not enough.It won’t ever be enough.Because Thea Carlisle, with her hurricane eyes and sharp tongue, feels like gravity. Like if I walk away now, I’ll spend eternity circling what I lost.So yeah, maybe it’s messed up.Maybe wanting to be her anchor when she’s still learning how to breathe again makes me some kind of sadistic bastard. But I can’t help it. She’s already broken—and I keep telling myself I’m not here to take a

EZRAWhat do you mean that I'm your mate?Out of all the questions I expected her to ask, this is far down the list.I inhale sharply.How do I even put it without scaring her off? Afterall, I've seen the emotions warring on her face when she told me sorry that time like she'd come to a conclusion in that little head of hers.I watch her.She sits stiffly, fingers twitching as she looks straight at me, waiting for my reply.I clear my throat. “It means…” I start, my voice barely above a whisper. “That every instinct I have, the rage, the anger, the lust, the pull, is all tied to you.”I reach out, wanting to touch her, wanting to feel her.But my fingers stop just inches away from me. I don't want to scare her.“I knew it the moment I saw you. The moment you stood up to me, when your smell permeated my nostrils, when my eyes met yours. Your soul, your fire, everything about you calls for me, Thea. It still does.”“And—”“Is that what your wife meant when she called me an Aureate?”My