Lahat ng Kabanata ng After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

CELESTINE'S POV:I am in my office at Valancourt Holdings, going over some documents, when Lysander shows up unannounced with lunch. It is a Tuesday afternoon and I have work to do, deals to review, decisions to make, and I have been staring at the same spreadsheet for twenty minutes without really seeing it.He does not knock. He never knocks. He just pushes the door open and walks in like he owns the place, which technically he does not but everyone here is too afraid of him to say anything. He is carrying a brown paper bag and a bottle of wine and he has that look in his eyes, that look that I have come to recognize over the past few months, that look that means he is not here for the food."You are supposed to be in London," I say, leaning back in my chair."I finished early.""You finished early or you decided to skip your meetings?"He sets the bag on my desk and walks around to my side, his hands finding my shoulders, his thumbs pressing into the knots that have been building t

CELESTINE'S POV:Lysander notices him too. His grip on my thighs tightens almost painfully as he starts fucking me harder, deliberately, putting on a show. Each thrust is deep and punishing, his hips snapping forward with enough force that the desk shifts beneath me. The wet slap of skin on skin grows louder, more obscene.“Look at him watching,” Lysander murmurs hotly against my ear, never breaking rhythm. “Let him see how a real man fucks his wife. Let him see what he could never do for you.”I moan louder, unable to hold back. Lysander’s cock is stretching me so perfectly, dragging against every sensitive nerve inside me. He angles his hips and hits that spot again and again, relentless, brutal. One hand slides between us, his thumb finding my swollen clit and rubbing fast, tight circles that make my eyes roll back.“Oh God—Lysander—”“Eyes on me, baby,” he commands, voice dark and possessive. “Come on my cock while your pathetic ex watches.”The pressure inside me coils impossibly

CELESTINE'S POV:After the office incident, Lysander becomes even more possessive of me, and I have to admit that I find it incredibly hot.I did not expect to feel that way. Before him, I was married to a man who never looked at me twice, who never touched me in public, who never showed any sign that he wanted me or desired me or even remembered that I existed. Kier acted like I was an embarrassment, a burden, a piece of wood that he had to tolerate because it came with the apartment.But Lysander is the opposite. Lysander looks at me like I am the sun and the moon and the stars. He touches me constantly, not in a creepy or controlling way, but in a way that says you are mine and I am yours and I want the whole world to know it.He starts showing up at my meetings unannounced.Not all of them. Just the ones where he knows there will be men. Men who might look at me too long. Men who might get the wrong idea. Men who might forget that I am married to the richest man in the world and t

Lysander POV:One night, I come home to find her in the living room with Maxwell. They are sitting on the couch, her brother and my wife, and she is laughing at something he said. Really laughing and her eyes crinkle at the corners and her hand reaches out to touch his arm.I stand in the doorway and watch them. My chest feels tight. My jaw feels tight. There is a knot in my stomach that I do not want to examine too closely.She never laughs at my jokes like that. My jokes are terrible, she says. I am not funny, she says. But Maxwell makes her laugh like that. Maxwell, who has known her her whole life. Maxwell, who is her brother and should not make me feel like this."You never laugh at my jokes like that," I say, walking into the room.She looks up at me, still smiling. "That is because your jokes are terrible, sweetheart."I pout. I actually pout. I am Lysander Ashcroft, the richest man in the world, feared by CEOs and politicians and everyone who has ever crossed me. And I am pout

CELESTINE'S POV:I speed up, slamming down harder, my pussy clenching around him. “I love you, Lysander. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone. And I am not going anywhere. Do you understand?”“I understand,” he groans, voice breaking as I ride him mercilessly.“Then stop being jealous of my brother.”He laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as I grind down particularly hard. “I am not… I am not jealous of your brother.”“You are.” I clench around him intentionally, making him curse. “And it is cute, but it is also ridiculous. He is my brother. He has known me my whole life. Of course I laugh at his jokes. That does not mean I want to sleep with him.”I ride him faster, harder, my ass bouncing, breasts swaying. The wet slap of our bodies is constant now. I reach back and cup his balls, massaging them as I fuck him.“I know. I know. I am sorry. I am being an idiot,” he pants, head thrown back, veins standing out on his neck.“You are being an idiot,” I agree, leani