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*This chapter contains sexual content so if you’re underage or uncomfortable with sexual acts, this is your warning, the book is also rated mature and has a warning in the prologue*
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“I’ll make you sign a few documents, which also include divorce papers. You’ll sign them all without a question and then distance yourself from me,” He whispered, his voice hardly audible above a whisper.
I shuddered at his comments, but I wasn’t surprised to hear that his ultimate goal was to get rid of me. And I, too, had no desire to live with him, but I was also unwilling to give him what he wanted so easily. I could feel the heat rising from my chest, causing my skin to flush and my hands to tighten uncontrollably.
I was angry.
Not just angry, but furious, seething with rage.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself before I looked into his eyes and my heart started pounding in my ears, I couldn’t help but notice his dark eyes. They were so piercing, so intense, they seemed to bore right through me. And then, for a fleeting moment, they gleamed unexpectedly, like a candle flickering in the darkness. It was as if he were waiting for an opening, and had seized it.
My anger only seemed to fuel his brazenness, and his lips curled into a mocking crescent. I opened my mouth to respond to him, but a scream escaped my lips. “Ahh…” he took the chain off my nipples without losing the clamps. “You are a truly vicious sadistic psychopath…” I growled at him as my eyes welled up with tears.
“Are you satisfied with the deal?” He questioned me, lowering his head to my breasts, and ignoring my cries.
My breath caught as his fingers stroked the outlines of my breast. His touch was gentle but firm, and I revelled in the way it made my skin tingle and my breath catch in my throat. Despite my best efforts to remain angry, I couldn’t deny the heat that was spreading through my body. I felt a newfound sense of power and desire coursing through me.
He grasped my breast and squeezed it while he murmured in a deep, sensual voice, “Tell me, Millie.” Before I could react or think of anything, his mouth was on my breast. His mouth, sucking gently at the nipple while his other hand found its way lower, between my legs.
His fingers dipped inside my panties, seeking my wetness. “Oh,” he whispered, “You’re already so wet for me.” He thrust two fingers inside me, curling them as he began to move them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. I arched my back off the couch, crying out as the pleasure overtook me. I was lost at this moment, lost in him.
“I see no other option for you than to accept the deal—” he murmured, his other hand leaving my breast, trailing down my stomach, skimming over the soft skin of my belly button before dipping lower still. “—so, don’t make me wait as that won’t be helpful for you.” he found my aching centre again, circling it with his thumb, teasing the sensitive nerves.
