Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Anna’s POV:

Blake caught my wrists easily, pulling me closer despite my struggles.

“Your coming and going is for me to decide,” he said, his voice ice–cold and unyielding.

“Whether I want you or not isn’t for you to decide either.”

His hand gripped the back of my head while his other arm locked around my waist. Then his mouth was on mine–demanding, forceful. My lips throbbed, going numb as tears streamed down my face.

He wanted me to know that I was the one who couldn’t leave him, that he could dictate every aspect of my life.

I trembled with fear. This wasn’t the Blake I wanted anymore. The husband I’d once cherished was

gone, replaced by someone I didn’t recognize.

I wiped my tears away and met his gaze directly. “You treat me this way because you know I love

you, Blake, But what if I don’t love you anymore? Because I really don’t.”

His eyebrows knitted together, those deep blue eyes boring into mine.

“Doesn’t matter,” he replied. “You’re still in my arms, aren’t you? That’s enough.”

Blake’s hands gripped my waist possessively, his touch both tender and commanding. The steam rose around us, fogging the bathroom mirrors as his lips found my neck. I wanted to resist, to push him away and make him understand the hurt he’d caused, but my body betrayed me.

“Blake, stop,” I whispered.

“Your lips say no, Anna,” he murmured against my collarbone, his breath hot against my skin, “but everything else is begging me to continue.”

Water poured over us as Blake pinned me against the marble wall of the tub. His hard, muscled body trapped me, no way out, not that I really wanted one,

His mouth crashed into mine, rough and hungry, taking what he wanted despite all my earlier

protests.

“I hate what you did,” I panted between kisses, my fight slipping away as his hands gripped me tighter.

“Hate me tomorrow,” he growled, voice thick with lust. He hoisted me up like I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

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His cock, stiff and ready, pressed against my pussy as water splashed around us. I gave in, anger turning to need as his hands roamed my wet skin, squeezing my tits, sliding down to my ass.

He thrust in hard, his dick stretching me open, and I moaned loud, the sound bouncing off the tiles. Water sloshed over the tub’s edge as he fucked me, each pump of his hips slamming his cock deeper. My hands clawed at his back, but he stayed in control, his balls smacking against me with every

thrust.

“Say you’re mine,” he ordered, pounding harder, his dick hitting just right.

“Never,” I shot back, but my pussy was already clenching around him, dripping wet.

He smirked, dark and smug, and kept going, proving my words meant nothing. The bathroom filled with our grunts and the slap of skin until I couldn’t tell anger from want anymore, my body shaking

as I came on his cock.

Consciousness returned slowly the next day. My waist ached unbearably. Looking around, I saw dried water marks on the floor, vanity, and floor–to–ceiling windows–silent testimony to last night’s

intensity.

I collapsed, grabbing my messy hair, burying my face in the pillow as sobs wracked my body.

“Blake!” I cried out, my voice filled with anguish.

The bedroom door suddenly swung open. Blake leaned against the doorframe, holding my mug. He wore casual lounge pants, bare–chested, his perfect physique on display.

“I’m right here,” he said, his voice deep and calm.

I stopped crying, tears hanging on my eyelashes.

“Why haven’t you left yet?” I asked.

“You fascinate me too much. How could I leave?” His tone carried a hint of mockery, his gaze lingering on my body.

Only then did I realize I was naked. I quickly pulled the silk sheet to cover myself, then grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him.

Blake approached the bed, setting down the mug before leaning in to embrace me. I pressed my foot against his waist to keep him at bay. I couldn’t understand why he suddenly seemed so captivated by

1. me.

“Changed your mind already? You weren’t like this last night,” he said.

He grasped my ankle, stroking it gently. “I’m thinking about having you give me a child.”

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His touch and words made my cheeks burn. I tried to pull my leg back, but he held tight, yanking me toward him until our bodies pressed together.

“It’s a good idea, don’t you think?” he asked.

My face felt hot, my thoughts a jumble. “Let me go!”

“That’s not what you said last night.”

Blake lowered his head and kissed me, his technique skilled and provocative. I felt myself breaking down again. Though my mind screamed that Blake didn’t love me, facing his advances–consciously

surrendering–left me miserable.

I raised my hand to block my lips, closing my eyes to avoid looking at him.

“I want a divorce,” I said.

“Suit yourself. If you actually succeed, I’ll admit defeat.”

“Blake, let’s be honest with each other. We’re both adults. Do you think I’m stupid? You’ve raised a

girl from childhood to adulthood, you allow her to be close to you, you have no boundaries with her,

you give her tenderness and care that even I as your wife have never had. Why are you still

pretending?”

“Don’t mention Claire. She’s just my sister, she always has been!”

“You don’t even have the courage to admit it. I really despise you for that.”

”

“Then what do you want from me?” His voice dropped, anger rising.