Trinket ✔️

CH-12

The sound of music and the voices of people were floating in the air like some fresh melody, there were so many people that someone hardly will notice where the main hosts were.

one was attending guests and one was attending THE GUEST. The exit of the backyard was in another wing of the mansion, so hardly anyone would visit there.

"Happy anniversary," Owen said with a touch of sarcasm in his voice looking straight into her eyes.

he was not wearing his coat like before, his muscles were visible in the white shirt, and Andrew like his personal chauffeur standing there at the exit guarding the passage.

She was staring into his eyes with her moist ones and without any words, they both were exchanging the whole conversation.
~if they would be talking it would be more like, from her side, there would be the questions about his death and from his side why did she betray him?~

But none said any.

Owen just wanted to kiss her when he first saw her standing in front of him, her feared eyes were the same as before, her beautiful dress was not playing any less and after so many years she was the same girl who can make Owen hard just by her looks, tbh the icing on the cake was she has given birth to his son, who was simply just gorgeous.

"Technically this marriage of yours with this Robert guy is not legal, so should not celebrate this fcuking anniversary baby," he said with his head high.

"We are not divorced yet, so you are still my WIFE, MT Ivy. What?... Mrs. Ivy Owen Carter Jacksonville." she can see the bit of anger and ownership in his tone, his eyes were on her lips glued.

without giving any fraction of second to her, so that she can process his words he jerk her by her forearm and smashed his lips on her giving her the longing kiss she was starving for but was not aware of, god knows how long.

he was the same as before cruel and harsh, he was biting her lower lip and sucking her moisture out. mumbling in between his deed, he said something which shook Ivy to take a step back from the sin she was committing. before those words she was practically frozen at her place by listening to his technical statements

"You gave a nice name to our son... baby." he mumbled
She hate this baby word the most.

looking at her and rubbing his thumb on the corner of his lower lips, he spoke the name "Niall Carter Jacksonville.... perfect." keeping the thump on the lower lip he showed her his thumbs up as a sign and laughed like a maniac in approval.

"He is not YOUR SON," Ivy said more like whispering but she knew she could not hide it from him because he was a very intelligent man to have a fool's play.

"Oh... To MY memory when you RAN AWAY , you already were six months pregnant with MY child and how exactly this boy of yours has the same feature as MY father and ME, Huh?" he questioned her like she was in the court.

Taking another deep breath she came out with her conclusion that she could not accept the truth. "Whatever you want to see you always see that Owen, and for the last time I am telling you, he is not YOUR son, he is Paul's son so please stop bothering us... please," she joined her both hands in defeat and turned to leave the situation.

Angry Owen was not in the mood to take her attitude, and that too after 5 long years of their parting.

NAAH!!

Grabbing her forearm again in his death-like grip he swung her around and tugged her against the nearest wall, he remembered when he use to play with her, when she tries to run away from him in their room and he alway catches her & pin her against the wall on her tiptoes giving her no way out, exciting him the most.

he simply just wanted to fcuk the mother of his child and was that too hard for this lady to take in, He exhaled his precious breath sharing with her. His power of empathy was taken by this very woman who called herself some Mrs. Robert why?' he thought.

hell no never in the wildest dream he'll ever let his Ivy go away from him and after seeing his son, impossible.
Well! who he practically wanted to kill before, and now he was so obsessed with his wife, thinking that how much of the pain she would have taken to gave birth to that very fine piece of an art, his son.

Licking his lips twice, he was looking at her possible attempts of getting out of his grip, he knew he was holding her way too tight and can leave the marks too but he was more aroused by the sight of her not looking directly into his eyes and sobbing like usual, Scared much! he basically loves her red nose, her pulpy lips, and moist eyes YES which looked perfect when she cries.

"Owen, please... it's hurting please... le...ave" she said in between of her sobs where he like always was looking at her miserable situation and gaining his hard-on. he just wanted to fcuk her and thinking of her giving birth to his son by her very p^ssy was arousing him the most.

if he knew it would feel like this he would have made her pregnant a couple of times by now. oh god, he just love kids. lol

"Shhh..." he shushed her and tightened his grip more on her wrists, she squirmed towards him, and winning the opportunity he started to kiss her again but this time he made it short more like nibbling.

joining his forehead with her, and he looked deep into her red, pretty eyes which were like the mine of diamonds by now. he started to nuzzle his nose with hers. Down at her belly, she can feel his hard-on but she dared not to look except his eyes. 'oh she can run away and never look back again' her wishes were crushed in front of her and that too after 5 years of trying to accept that she was safe now.

"Fcuk, I am imagining how perfect your p^ssy may be looking at the time when you were giving birth to my son, baby... huh!" he bit her nose and exclaimed with so much lust, gaining another loud sob from her.
"I made you a complete woman..." but before he could complete his sentence,
"Mr. Jacksonville," shouted Paul from the window they were standing near to.