Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Anna’s POV:

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things up between us, you and Claire never will.

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1 stared at him, unable to comprehend his logic. Why did people defined to never love each other keep torturing one another?

Yes, I had loved him once, bet nobody loves someone forever, not when they treat you like this.

I had wanted to move on, but he was making it impossible now.

“There’s nothing to between me and her,” I replied, keeping my voice steady despite my racing heart. “If I owe her anything, it’s probably just the position of Mrs, Wright. But I’ve already given that up–you’re the one who doesn’t want to give it to her

Blake Jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists.

“Is that what you want? To give up your position?” he asked, his voice rising. “Or are you just desperate to become someone else’s wife? Seth’s? Or Henry’s? Or maybe that cop Michael’s?”

He leaned down further, his body practically pinning me against the wall. The anger in his eyes was unlike anything I’d seen before

1 tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrist.

His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Anna,” he said, ‘in my world, there is no divorce. I won’t hand you over to other men.”

He squeezed my cheeks hard, forcing my mouth open. I could only make muffled sounds, unable to argue back.

“Mrs. Wright, he continued, “don’t be so seductive.” He lightly brushed the tip of my tongue that he had forced exposed, then kissed me forcefully.

I tried to escape, but Blake’s arms had me firmly trapped. He roughly pulled off my towel, letting it fall to the floor.

My naked body trembled slightly in the warm bedroom light, my nipples hardening from both the chill and my nervousness.

“Look at yourself,” Blake said, his voice low and hoarse as he dragged me to the full–length dressing mirror in the bedroom, forcing me to face my reflection. “Is this the Mrs. Wright who wants to divorce me?”

One hand gripped my waist tightly while the other began to wander over my body. His fingers deliberately moved slowly from my flat stomach upward, eventually covering my breast with a rough squeeze.

I gasped quietly from the pain and humiliation. Blake’s lips pressed against my ear, his hot breath making my earlobe turn red

“Look,” he commanded, his eyes reflecting desire and possessiveness. Look how much you want me.”

I closed my eyes, refusing to see the scene in the mirror, but Blake pinched my chin, forcing them open.

In the reflection, I saw my body flushed with shame, and the stark contrast between Blake in his immaculate suit and my nakedness. The sight made me angry yet sent an involuntary shiver through me

His other hand slid downward, exploring my pussy. When he felt my wetness, he let out a satisfied chuckle.

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Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister’s Secret

Chapter 51

Anna’s POV:

Blake moved toward me slowly, each step radiating danger as I clutched dry towel tighter amund my body

\“The grievances between us can’t be explained in just a few words, he said, his voice low and controlled. And even if we could clear

things up between us, you and Claire never will

I stared at him, unable to comprehend his logic. Why did people defined to never love each other keep torturing one another?

Yes, I had loved him once, but nobody loves someone forever, not when they treat you like this.

I had wanted to move on, but he was making it impossible now.

“There’s nothing to between me and her,” I replied, keeping my voice steady despite my racing heart. If I owe her anything, probably just the position of Mrs, Wright. But I’ve already given that up–you’re the one who doesn’t want to give it to her..

Blake Jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists.

“Is that what you want? To give up your position?” he asked, his voice rising. “Or are you just desperate to become someone else’s wife? Seth’s? Or Henry’s? Or maybe that cop Michael’s?”

He leaned down further, his body practically pinning me against the wall. The anger in his eyes was unlike anything I’d seen before.

I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrist.

His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Anna,” he said, “in my world, there is no divorce. I won’t hand you over to

other men.”

He squeezed my cheeks hard, forcing my mouth open. I could only make muffled sounds, unable to argue back.

“Mrs. Wright,” he continued, “don’t be so seductive.” He lightly brushed the tip of my tongue that he had forced exposed, then kissed

me forcefully.

I tried to escape, but Blake’s arms had me firmly trapped. He roughly pulled off my towel, letting it fall to the floor.

My naked body trembled slightly in the warm bedroom light, my nipples hardening from both the chill and my nervousness.

“Look at yourself,” Blake said, his voice low and hoarse as he dragged me to the full–length dressing mirror in the bedroom, forcing me to face my reflection. “Is this the Mrs. Wright who wants to divorce me?”

One hand gripped my waist tightly while the other began to wander over my body. His fingers deliberately moved slowly from my flat stomach upward, eventually covering my breast with a rough squeeze.

I gasped quietly from the pain and humiliation. Blake’s lips pressed against my ear, his hot breath making my ea

“Look,” he commanded, his eyes reflecting desire and possessiveness. Look how much you want me.”

I closed my eyes, refusing to see the scene in the mirror, but Blake pinched my chin, forcing them open.

urn red.

In the reflection, I saw my body flushed with shame, and the stark contrast between Blake in his immaculate suit and my nakedness. The sight made me angry yet sent an involuntary shiver through me

His other hand slid downward, exploring my pussy. When he felt my wetness, he let out a satisfied chuckle,

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