Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Anna’s POV:

Everything was fuzzy. My head felt light, like I was floating on a cloud. The world swayed gently around me, and I couldn’t tell if I was moving or if everything else was. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was drunk–really drunk.

My head knocked against something hard. A window? The brief pain jolted me awake for a moment, but my eyelids were so heavy. They closed again almost immediately.

Someone was pinching my face. Hard enough to hurt, but I couldn’t gather the energy to pull away.

“Seth… Seth…” I mumbled, the words slipping out without my permission. “Please… just let me join the project.”

A sharp sting across my cheek. The air around me suddenly felt ice cold.

“Open your eyes,” a cold voice commanded. “Look at who’s in front of you.”

I forced my eyes open. The face swimming before me wasn’t Seth’s. It was Blake. His blue eyes were chips of ice.

“Blake…” I slurred, relief washing over me. “Help me… Seth won’t let me…”

“Why don’t you listen to me?” Blake’s voice cut through my foggy brain. “Why do you insist on working? Against my wishes?”

I tried to focus on his words, but they kept slipping away from me. His hand gripped my chin, forcing

me to look at him.

“Do you think I can’t provide for you?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is that why you

need to work for Seth? What’s so great about working? You kill yourself for hardly any money.”

His grip tightened, and his eyes narrowed as he looked me up and down.

“Those designer clothes you’re wearing, the jewelry on your wrists–did I ever deny you anything?

Your monthly salary at EcoMarine wouldn’t even cover one piece.”

His face was a mask of cold fury “Anna, you’ve really made me angry!”

His fingers dug into my skin, and I w

I couldn’t fully understand what he know. Cold. Fierce. Angry.

sure my jaw would break under the pressure.

as saying, but his expression told me everything I needed to

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Tears welled up in my eyes. “My father is dead,” I sobbed. “My mother doesn’t care about me. Nobody

wants me anymore.”

I pointed to my chest, right over my heart. “It hurts. It hurts right here!”

Blake pulled me onto his lap, his hard cock pressing against my thighs.

The electric seat hummed as it reclined. My dress rode up, exposing my wet panties. He positioned me roughly, leather creaking. Fabric rubbed together, the car’s quiet filled with raw intimacy.

He pushed my breasts against the cold steering wheel. My hot breath fogged the dashboard.

Blake’s grip bruised my hips, his erection straining against his pants. He tilted the rearview mirror, showing my flushed face and parted lips. “Look at yourself,” he growled. “Want Seth to see you like

this, soaked for me?”

His hands slid to my waist, teasing my clit through my panties. “I saw him touch you today,” he sneered. His lips bit my earlobe, voice low. “Close your eyes. Feel my cock claim you.” His teeth grazed my neck, leaving wet marks on my silk dress.

My pussy throbbed, slick with need. His fingers slipped inside my panties, stroking my clit, then plunging into my core. “Has Seth touched here?” he demanded, thrusting deeper. “Answer.”

“No… only you…” I whimpered, tears in my eyes. My body shook, pussy clenching around his fingers.

The car rocked as he fucked me with his hand, my moans loud.

My climax hit, breasts hitting the wheel. A honk echoed in the empty garage. Headlights flashed, showing my disheveled reflection–dress hiked, thighs glistening.

Blake tore my panties off, freeing his thick cock. He thrust into my dripping pussy, growling about Seth. He fucked me hard–over the console, straddling him, against the window. Each orgasm left me

trembling, his name on my lips.

Finally, he set me in the passenger seat, my body spent. His trousers were soaked, a dark stain from his cum and mine, He smirked, satisfied, eyeing my dazed, submissive face.

I woke up in the familiar master bedroom of Seaside Manor with a splitting headache. How did I get back here? The space beside me was cold–no one had slept with me,

My waist ached terribly.

Martha appeared cautiously at the doorway. When she saw I was awake, she brought in a special

hangover tea.

“Mr. Wright said you drank too much yesterday,” she explained carefully. “He asked me to prepare

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this specially for you.”

“Where’s Blake?” I asked.

“In the garden, with Ms. Wright,” Martha replied.

“I see,” I answered calmly.