The Divorced Female Billionaire Heiress
The desire, the screams in my mind telling me that the only thing I need from her is to let me be in control.
To possess power over Ella as any husband should have.
As we turn toward the bedroom, Ella's eyes seem to shift, and something, I can't explain what, hurls my stomach as far as a football field.
She says those words again, "We're divorced. It's all wrong."
Frustration runs through me as I force Ella to lie down on the bed, which she doesn't argue. Her breathing slows the moment her head touches the pillow, and I hold in an urge to shake her awake to fuck the life out of her.