All Chapters of After the Divorce, My Ex Husband Came Crawling Back: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

VICTORSelene has spent the better part of those two days with the Tucker twins, following her family's birthday celebration at the estate, and I know this because I've been keeping tabs on her. I told myself, at first, that this was simple prudence, a man wanting to know where the woman under his protection actually is. That explanation has become considerably less convincing to me lately.When I step into the penthouse, the first thing I notice is the candles, the second is Selene.She's sitting on the couch, dressed for dinner in a short, fitted gown that leaves very little to the imagination. The neckline dips low enough to be a genuine test of my concentration. Her long dark hair falls in loose curls around her shoulders, and when she rises and crosses the room toward me, I have to remind myself, quite deliberately, that I am exhausted."How was your day?" she asks, already reaching for my tie.Before I can answer, she loosens it and slides it free, then takes my jacket from my

VICTORShe laughs it off, though something steadier has already returned to her voice. "I don't scare easily, Victor. Not anymore, not after Donderdam.""No," I agree. "I don't imagine you do."I study her a moment longer. "I know you, Selene. And I want you for exactly who you are, not some softer version of it. If I'm going to marry you, I want you to know me fully as well. I have no intention of hiding anything from you.”“And if we build this, whatever it becomes between us, it shouldn't be something that turns back on itself, or betrays you the way you've already been betrayed once."She's quiet for a moment, something settling into place behind her eyes, and I watch understanding move through her slowly, the way it does when someone finally sees a thing clearly instead of merely hearing it.She nods without saying any other word."Good," I say, satisfied that she understands exactly what I'm offering her, unpolished and entirely honest. "Now. I'm hungry."She laughs again, light

SELENE"Selene! What is wrong with you, sitting in the dark like a ghost waiting to ruin someone's evening?" She presses a hand to her chest, still catching her breath. "You couldn't have told me you were coming?""I texted you."She fumbles for her phone, scrolling, and her face shifts the moment she finds it. "Oh." She pauses. "Well. You could've called."Daniel, still adjusting his shirt, gives me an easy, unbothered smile. "Selene. Good to see you." He kisses Susan's temple. "I'll be in the bedroom. Whenever you're ready."He disappears down the hallway, and Susan drops onto the couch beside me, tucking her legs under herself, all traces of the interrupted moment already gone from her face, replaced by the particular attentiveness she's had since I was a teenager showing up at her door with a problem too big for my own house to hold."So." She studies me. "You need to talk.""I can handle it.""I didn't ask if you could handle it. I asked if you need to talk." She raises an eyebro

VICTORI grab her wrists, pulling them above her head and binding them tightly to the bedpost. She looks up at me, eyes glazed and vulnerable, completely at my mercy. I don't waste time as I lunge forward, my thick cock sliding into her soaking wet heat in one powerful thrust. She cries out, a mix of shock and pleasure, as I begin to fuck her hard. As I hammer into her, I lean down to mark her as mine. I sink my teeth into the soft skin of her neck, sucking hard until a deep purple hickey blooms. I move my mouth lower, leaving bruising marks on her breasts, her nipples. I want her body to be a map of my possession. Every thrust is deep and punishing, the sound of our flesh slapping together echoing in the room. I feel her tighten around me again, her bound hands straining against the belt as she reaches another shattering climax; her screams are music to my ears.I grip her hips and flip her onto her stomach, her ass thrust high in the air, and I spank it hard, and she cries out. I

VICTORNeither of us moves for a while.She turns the certificate over in her hands, reading it again, and I can see her working through something, her eyes not quite settling on any one line for long. I stay where I am, watching her, waiting to see which direction she comes out of this in."Talk me through it again," she says quietly. "The timeline.""The document arrived by courier just after nine yesterday morning. Notarized by noon.""And you had it drafted the night before. After I left.""Yes.""So the only people who saw those exact terms, before I ever agreed to any of them, were you, and whichever lawyer typed it up.""Correct." I don't like where this is going, but I don't see the use in dressing it up as something other than what it is."And you already had my signature. On file. From every contract I've ever signed for you."Something in my chest tightens as I watch her put the pieces down in front of her, one after another, each one landing a little harder than the last.