Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250

Blake’s POV:

1 yanked the velvet pillow off Anna’s face, pressing my body against her slender frame.

My muscles tensed as I pinned her wrists above her head, our fingers interlocked in a forced grip.

Sweat dripped from my abs onto her naked skin as I thrust deep inside her, making her moan with each movement.

The heat between us was overwhelming, my hips grinding rhythmically. Each penetration was deliberate and unyielding, designed to assert my contul.

Her inner walls clenched tightly around me, a mix of resistance and involuntary response that only fueled my dominance.

‘I never mistreated the Price family,” I growled into her ear, my voice cold and harsh, laced with a venomous edge. “Seth got more than you could fine. Even if you’d let him choose for himself, he would’ve wanted that marriage.”

I punctuated my words with sharper thrusts, feeling her body jolt beneath me. Her breath hitched in pain, the friction burning between us.

My length filled her completely, stretching her to the limit as I held her down, my weight pinning her fragile form to the bed.

Anna’s fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails leaving crescent marks that drew tiny beads of blood across my back.

Her body arched involuntarily with each thrust, her nipples hardening as they rubbed against my chest. The sensitive peaks grazed my skin in a way that made her whimper in humiliation.

I could feel her pulse racing, her heart pounding against mine. It was mingled with sobs of distress, the room echoing with the wet, slapping sounds of our bodies colliding.

Ah… ha…” Her moans became broken cries, each one torn from her throat as I drove deeper. My movements were relentless and forceful. Fuck you! You turned Seth and Maxwell against each other, plotted Victoria’s miscarriage, and forced Seth to give up his career in Boston!”

“That’s what you call not mistreating them?” Her words were gasps between thrusts, her voice cracking under the strain.

I relished her pain, the way her eyes watered with tears. Her face contorted in a mix of agony and rage.

My hand slid to her throat, not enough to choke but enough to remind her of my power. I applied just enough pressure to make her gasp for air.

Her thighs gripped my waist tightly, her body simultaneously fighting and responding to me.

The conflict made her even more furious and ashamed. I could sense the burning ache inside her, the way my forceful rhythm caused her to tense and squirm. Her muscles contracted painfully around me, her legs trembling.

“You dare mention another man while in my bed?” My voice was dark with jealousy and rage.

The words vibrated through her as I pulled back, only to flip her roughly onto her stomach. The sudden movement nearly suffocated her, her face pressing into the pillow. I yanked her up by the hips, forcing her onto her knees with her ass raised in submission.

My hands gripped her slim waist, leaving red, finger–shaped marks that would linger for days. I entered her again from behind, the angle deeper and more invasive. “Ah- Anna screamed, the sound echoing through our suite, raw and piercing.

*Blake… it’s too deep… stop…” I ignored her pleas, my pace quickening. Each thrust pounded into her with unbridled force, leaning down to leave bright red marks across her neck and shoulder blades.

My teeth grazed and bit the tender skin, marking her as mine.

The bed frame creaked in protest, the headboard slamming against the wall in rhythm with my hips.

Her body shook with every impact, the pain radiating through her. She sobbed uncontrollably, her moans transforming into gasping cries.

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Chapter 250

Tears soaked the sheets beneath her. “Please… not like this….. the begged, hay votre mottled and broken. The sad inched givertji damp with swest, tears, and bodily fluids.

No… stop… nlake… ah… Her broken pleas mixed with involuntary moans. Tears and sweat streamed deven her face and chest her sister body was suffering.

My face darkened with lust and anger, veins protruding on my forehead.

My neck was taut with exertion as sweat dripped from my jaw onto her bare back. One hand locked her shoulder with bruising force, batifing her in plant

The other yanked her short hair, forcing her head back to expose her vulnerable throat. I drove deeper as my hipt moved like a piston.

The relentless rhythm filled the room with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and her high–pitched cries.

“Ah… please… enough… it hurts…” Her voice grew hoarse, painful moans mingled with sobs. Her legs trembled uncontrollably as she glared at the des Her nails left bloody scratches on my arms, but I barely felt it.

The sting only heightened my excitement, making me more wild and unforgiving. I reveled in her agony, each mark and cry a testament to my contest

“Stop it, you bastard!” she screamed through her pain. “You might as well have let Scarlett run me over with her cart

Something inside me froze. I stopped moving abruptly, staring at Anna in shock.

I’ve always prided myself on being a gentleman. I’ve never forced a woman in bed.

I looked down at her body covered in bruises, still trembling and crying, her golden–brown hair a disheveled mess.

“I’m so- The apology caught in my throat.