Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

His weight pressed against me, is knee forcefully parting my legs.

The scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the salt air, making my head spin. I should have pushed him away, maintained my dignity, but my traitorous body responded to his touch like it always did.

‘I can tolerate your occasional tantrums. I’ll fly you anywhere you want in my private jet, give you anything. Trust me, I’m more accommodating than you think. But if you’re set on divorce…”

Blake’s tone grew dangerous as he gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head with one strong hand. His free hand yanked at my silk blouse, sending buttons scattering across the terrace with tiny pings against the stone.

His mouth found my collarbone, teeth grazing my skin as I shuddered beneath him.

“Let’s ask this sensitive body of yours if it can leave me,” he growled his hand sliding under my skirt, fingers exploring with demanding precision that made me gasp. “Look at you now…”

His words were crude and explicit, describing exactly how my body was betraying my words.

I wanted to hate him for reducing me to this, for using my physical response against me, but a moan escaped my throat as my body

arched to meet his touch.

My nails dug into Blake’s back as he pinned me against the wall, taking control like he always did. I should’ve fought harder- maintained some dignity–but the familiar heat flooding through me made that impossible.

When he unbuckled his belt and thrust inside me, I lost all rational thought. “Fuck,” I gasped as he hit that perfect spot, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper.

Pleasure ripped through me in waves until I was crying out his name tears streaming down my face–from both the intensity and the humiliation of giving in. Again.

The worst part wasn’t how easily he reduced me to this trembling mess–it was that I still craved him despite everything. How fucking pathetic. Four years ago, I’d called this passion. Now I recognized it for what it was: his way of keeping me in line.

As I lay there afterward, catching my breath, I realized sex alone wouldn’t change our dynamic. I couldn’t use my body as the only leverage against Claire, but it was still a powerful tool.

Claire might have wormed her way into his heart, but I possessed his body in ways that would drive her mind absolutely wild with jealousy.

The heat of his skin, the weight of his body, the sounds he made–these were things she could only imagine. I’d seen how she watched us, those eyes burning with envy whenever he touched me.

Let her torture herself with those thoughts. I wasn’t greedy; I could work with this advantage while developing other strategies.

In this complicated game between us, I needed every weapon I could get.

I traced my fingers over Blake’s perfect jawline, watching the satisfied smirk playing at his lips. He pulled me onto his chest possessively, refusing to let me move away, his hands roaming over my ass and thighs like he was marking terr

“Anna, he murmured, biting my earlobe while I studied the red scratches I’d left across his chest.

I straddled him, my body still quivering from the aftershocks, my hair wild around my shoulders. My shirt hung open, my lace bra barely intact, skirt bunched around my waist–evidence of how quickly I’d surrendered.

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