Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348

Anna’s POV:

I tossed and turned in bed, my mind racing with thoughts of Oliver and Nora’s conflict. The pom bo had been so upset, yet still defended his sister fiercely.

Where the hell is Blake when I actually need him?

I glanced at my phone: 11:43 PM. Our one month agreement would end soon.

What then? Will I eventually harden my heart and leave him because of the past hurts? Or will I find out that he really has changed, just like he said, and that he can be a good husband and father in the

future?

The door creaked open slightly, pulling me from my thoughts. Blake slipped in silently, his

movements careful and deliberate.

When he noticed my open eyes in the dim light, he pressed a finger to his lips–a gesture commanding silence.

I watched, puzzled, as he approached the bed with unusual stealth.

Before I could question him, he scooped me up in one fluid motion, one arm under my knees and the

other supporting my back.

The scent of cigars clung to his suit. I wrinkled my nose but remained quiet, not wanting to wake

Nora. Instead, I looped my arms around his neck as he carried me out of the room.

Blake took me to his bedroom next door and dropped me onto his king–sized bed. The sudden

movement left me breathless and confused.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice tight with nervousness.

Blake didn’t answer. His eyes were clear–not clouded by alcohol as I’d initially suspected–but

burning with unmistakable desire.

He moved deliberately, loosening his tie with one hand while the other worked on his suit jacket

buttons.

“Blake?” My voice trembled slightly as he removed his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing tanned skin inch by inch.

What’s gotten into him?

When he finished with his shirt, he approached the bed slowly, like a predator stalking prey. My

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heart hammered against my ribs as he lowered himself over me, his weight fressing

mattress.

His lips found mine in a kiss that stole my breath. It wasn’t gentle–It was hungry, possessive desperate.

When he finally released my mouth, I gasped, “Blake… what’s wrong with you?”

His blue eyes bore into mine, filled with something that looked almost like pain beneath the desire “Anna,” he said, his voice a low, husky rumble, “I love you. You’re mine–only mine. No one else can have you.”