All Chapters of MY HUSBAND SOLD ME TO HIS BOSS.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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41. THE MORNING GOD.

JENETA’S POV Every kiss with Jinhai felt like a storm, so consuming that I couldn't breathe. Every day with him felt like being with a man possessed. His ways were unapologetic far from the innocence I had always known. And yet, I couldn’t pull away. When he finally pulled back, I gasped for air, my chest heaving as I tried to steady myself. His hands lingered on my waist, holding me in place, his dark eyes staring straight into my soul. The intensity of his gaze made my pulse race. I slipped off his lap, my body still trembling. "No more," I said firmly, my voice breathless as I turned and walked out of the VIP room without sparing him another glance. My steps quickened as I made my way to the restroom, my heart pounding so heavily it felt like it might burst through my chest. Once inside, I slammed the door shut behind me, leaning against it as I tried to catch my breath. The cold air in the restroom helped calm me, but my emotions were still in chaos. I stared at my refl

42. AN EX.

JENETA’S POV "Are you going to have a wedding? You haven’t actually said if you want the wedding. Are you sure that’s okay?" I sat there, staring at Lirong and Biluo. It was true, Jinhai and I had never once spoken about what kind of wedding we were going to have. In fact, we barely even talked about it at all. "I guess… a small one," I said finally, forcing out the answer, even though my heart leaned toward something simpler, maybe no wedding at all. A marriage certificate always seemed enough, but here I was. "A small wedding? I know a wedding planner!" Biluo chimed, her face lighting up. "They organised Dexing and my wedding. Although… I’m not sure they’re trustworthy." "Trustworthy? Why not?" I asked, even though I wasn’t sure who the hell Dexing even was. "Because they divorced…" Biluo muttered, grimacing, while Lirong let out an exaggerated exhale as if this entire situation was ridiculous. I nodded, feigning understanding. But deep down, I should’ve known better, sho

43. WET

JENETA’S POV. Button by button, his fingers working with patience that felt far too intimate. My breath stuttered. I gripped my towel tighter, my knuckles whitening, as if strength in my hands could keep my thoughts from unravelling. My gaze refused to cooperate, darting everywhere except him.The floor. The door. The wall. Anywhere.When he finally took off his shirt, the world tilted.Goodness.A sculpted body stared back at me, broad shoulders, defined chest, muscled, thick and veiny arms. It wasn’t just what he had; it was how he held it, like he knew exactly what his body did to me and simply didn’t care.My breath caught before I could smother it.My cheeks burned and I felt heat creep up my neck, spreading in a traitorous wave and blooming slowly until it reached my ears. My grip on the towel tightened again, suddenly aware of how little it actually covered.My eyes flickered down him just a second. Just a mistake.Then they snapped back up immediately, like I could reverse th

44. IT'S DIVINE

JENETA’S POV."You're so soaked," Jinhai murmured, his voice low and rough as his gaze remained fixed on my pussy. The intensity of his words and the way his eyes devoured every inch of me made my stomach tighten. I could barely handle it, his stare alone was enough to drive me insane, and my insides felt like they were trembling under that heat. “Oh, please,” I whimpered, desperation coating my words. My voice didn’t even sound like my own anymore. I was breathless and needy.I leaned back, spreading my legs wider, exposing myself completely to him. My slickness glistened, gliding down my thighs. His hungry gaze followed every movement, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, teasing me without even touching me yet. “Don’t make me beg…” I whispered, my fingers twitching in a plea for him to close the distance. Jinhai's hands gripped my thighs firmly, his touch steady but electrifying. Slowly, he lowered his head between my legs, and the first swipe of his tongue sent a sharp jo

45. MADDENING RIDE

JENETA’S POV. I gasped, arching against him as he filled me, each thrust stealing the breath from my lungs. “Wait—oh, fuck, Jinhai, wait!” His movements were too fast, and I couldn’t fight the maddening pleasure coursing through me, again and again.Jinhai’s cock stretched me so perfectly, the fullness almost unbearable, but I craved more. A broken cry escaped my lips, and my head fell forward, my hair spilling over my face as I adjusted to the sheer size of him. Every inch of him pulsed inside me, throbbing, and I clenched around him instinctively, dragging a guttural groan from his throat. “God…” I whimpered breathlessly, my voice trembling as I tilted my head up to find his gaze. “You’re so fucking big—it feels so good!” Jinhai’s smirk was sinful, his chest heaving as his hands gripped my hips firmly, steadying me.He murmured, his tone thick and teasing, his brown eyes burning into mine. “You like the way I fill you, baby.” I nodded, biting my lower lip as my hands brace

46. THE PAWN

THREE DAYS LATER.Jinhai’s POVHe sighed heavily, his broad shoulders slumping against the plush couch in the dimly lit private bar room. The faint scent of whiskey lingered with the soft hum of music. He tilted his head back, letting his blue eyes meet mine briefly before shifting away again."What are you going to do if Lirong finds out your wedding isn’t real?"My jaw tightened at Ian's question. His casual tone did nothing to diminish the weight of those words."We’re married," I said briskly, reclining back into the couch to mask my irritation. "We signed the marriage certificate, didn’t we? What else is there?" He watched me with a knowing look, the corner of his lips twitching as if amused. "You’re only marrying her because you want to humiliate and ruin her husband. Don’t pretend it’s anything else." His directness irritated me, but it made me pause. "I’m not pretending anything," I said coolly. Love? The thought almost made me laugh aloud. Love Jeneta? "You give me to

47. MAD MAN

JINHAI'S POV.I thought my torture was over, but Jeneta had become impossible these past few days, far bolder than ever before. Ever since that night when I turned her down, she hadn't stopped tormenting me. I had dismissed every guard out of necessity, more to control myself than to control her. I couldn’t do what I wanted not because I couldn’t, but because I had to avoid her entirely. And yet, she was everywhere. I couldn't escape. A soft voice pulled me from my thoughts as I descended the stairs. “Sasa?” she called. When I looked up, I froze mid-step. There she was. Jeneta in a sheer purple dress. My gaze raked over her body, and I felt my jaw clench as heat coursed through me. Beneath the transparent fabric, black matching bikini panties and a bra hugged her body just enough to leave me imagining the rest. The dress itself had a scandalous slit running along her thigh, and a deep V-cut that exposed her plump and cupped breasts perfectly. Her hair was braided into long

48. LOCKED OUT

JINHAI’S POVI twisted the door handle, only to feel it locked. A low growl of frustration escaped me as I rolled my eyes and exhaled sharply, trying to keep my temper in check. “Jeneta?” I called, voice low but silence answered from the other side.My breath shook. I was losing my goddamn mind. The woman had me twisted in knots, and she knew it. Still, I forced myself to remain calm and clenched my jaw tight. “Jeneta, open the door.” Her voice came back, muffled. “I’ll sleep here tonight. You can use the guest room. I don’t want to see you.” Again, the rejection hit like a slap. It flared something possessive in my chest, but I swallowed it down. Fine. If that was how she wanted to play it.I stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me harder than necessary. I turned the shower on and hot water poured down, quickly filling the space with steam. My cock strained painfully against the fabric of my pants, throbbing with need. I needed the water to wash away this m

49. HONEYMOON

JENETA’S POV“Good morning, Mrs Maynard,” Sasa called brightly.The name hit me like a sudden gust of cold wind. My breath caught, and for a second the world tilted slightly off balance. Mrs. Maynard. The words didn’t feel like they belonged to me.“Mrs… what?” I blurted, my voice came harsher than I planned.A soft, amused laugh drifted through the garden. “What’s wrong?” Biluo teased gently, tilting her head. “Did your husband’s name frighten you?”We were seated in the garden, sunlight filtering lazily through the leaves, brushing everything in gold. It should have felt peaceful. Instead, my chest tightened.I turned to her, forcing myself to gather what little composure I had left. I hadn’t realised that I hadn’t prepared myself for this part of marriage. For being called by his name. For being seen as his.Especially when, to him, this marriage was nothing more than a convenient arrangement… a contract that gave him access to my body.“It’s not that, I just—” I started, then falt

50. IN BUDAPEST.

JENETA’S POV.The next day, we had left China behind and landed in Budapest. The city felt like another world, strangely cold despite the late summer air.As soon as we stepped into the opulent hotel suite, I was confronted with something I never imagined Jinhai would go to such extremes for. Bodyguards. Two of them. Zihan and Lina.I sat by the large window, knees drawn up to my chest, staring out at the private balcony overlooking the glittering Danube. The view was breathtaking, but it felt distant, almost mocking. I couldn’t breathe properly. The walls of this beautiful cage pressed in on me. Zihan and Lina were everywhere.And Jinhai had been gone for most of the day. It had been a full day since we arrived, and I still hadn’t seen more than a glimpse of him.I drew in a shaky breath, my fingers twisting in the soft fabric of my robe.“Sasa?”“Yes, ma’am,” my assistant replied softly from behind me.I glanced over my shoulder. Sure enough, Lina stood like a statue just a few s

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