𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻-My Cold Billionaire Husband
23 parts Ongoing Mature"I'm just a disposable toy to you, a whore, a convenient substitute until she returns. I sacrificed everything for you, even our innocent baby, only to realize I was merely a stand-in until she reclaimed her place. Was our love ever genuine, or was I simply a pawn in your twisted game?"
She screamed, her cries echoed through the room, tears cascading down her cheeks like a torrent, her anguish palpable, her spirit shattered.
Anger boiled within me, a raging inferno fueled not by her, but by her audacity. I fisted her hair, yanking her violently closer until there was no space between us.
"You dare to call yourself 'just a disposable toy'?" I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "You think you're just a whore? Let me show you exactly how I treat my whores." She froze, realizing the gravity of the situation. Her lips quivered with fear as I tightened my grip, the pain evident in her eyes.
"A replacement, huh?" I hissed against her lips, our gazes locked in a battle of wills. "This is all because of that damn baby, isn't it?" My fury intensified, and with a shove, I sent her crashing into the study room table. She stumbled, but I showed no mercy, closing in on her with purposeful strides.
"I'll give you back that damn thing, and then there'll be no running from me-then you'll realize there's no escaping me. Not now. Not ever." With relentless force, I imprisoned her between the table and my unyielding embrace, making it clear who was in control.
My hands slipped under her dress, claiming what's rightfully mine. With a swift motion, I unfastened my belt, driven by an insatiable urge and with an animalistic speed thrusted deep into her, consumed by raw desire.
It was time for her to learn her place, to understand that she belonged to me and me alone. I vowed, in that moment of unbridled passion, that I would stop at nothing to ensure she remained mine-bound to me in both body and soul.