Divorce ?... That's Foreplay
"Fuck you, Marcel.”
“I could,” he says, smiling. “Though I haven’t had sex in years.”
“Well, I pity the woman who breaks that streak.”
“I do too,” he murmurs, his eyes shamelessly roaming my body.
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Marriage is supposed to be a blessing.
Mine? A fucking curse.
My husband loved his job more than he ever loved me—or so I thought. Until I discovered he wasn’t just married to his work. He was screwing half the damn city. And then he had the audacity to serve me the divorce papers.
So I left. And Aiden King—his powerful, arrogant rival—opened his door.
That was five years ago.
Now I’m wearing a ring again. But not his and Marcel doesn't seem to care
“This is….so …wrong,” I said practically out of breath
“You still taste the same” He Says lining at my entrance
“I'm not your wife anymore I'm married now” he said raising my hips to meet his mouth
“That means fuck to me and Last I checked, you said ‘I do.’ Walked down the aisle to me. I’ve got the marriage certificate—and a memory of you screaming my name while taking my cock,repeatedly that night any other marriage you think you're in is irrelevant”
He says as he slams into me with one brutal thrust
God help me.
He wasn't wrong….