apter 52
Henry fingers tangled in my wet hair, my skin tingling from his truck despite my anger. Ilik grip held me in place as his eyes burned with penses.
“You’re mine, he growled against my skin. Whatever you feel for Sanders of this Sam, remember this. You’ll always be mine?
I should have pushed him away. Should have slapped him. Should have reminded him that he’d been obsessed with Isabella for five years while trening as like an unwanted obligation.
But tonight felt different. Henry was acting against his usual cold demeanor–this man who never initiated intimacy, who treated our care encounters se mere transactions, was now showing me gentleness and patience I’d never experienced before.
His lips found mine again, and I couldn’t help but respond. Five years of complicated emotions surged through me anger at his treatment, stubborn desire that refused to die, and something deeper I didn’t want to face.
Our tongues intertwined in the steam–filled bathroom, his hands continually exploring my body. Each touch ignited the flames of desire. These flames consumed my rational thoughts, leaving only pure sensation.
I felt myself surrendering, falling into this inexplicable toxic relationship that had never disappeared even when we despised each other. His hands moved confidently, finding those sensitive spots that made my breathing quicken.
I laughed bitterly inside–even after all this time, he still remembered exactly where my body was most sensitive.
“The bathtub’s too small, Henry whispered against my neck before gathering me into his arms.
Water cascaded from our bodies onto the marble floor as he carried me toward the bedroom. Despite the anger in my heart, I clearly couldn’t refuse him in this moment.
His muscles tensed beneath his wet skin. My blouse clung to my body, translucent and seductive, while water droplets traced patterns down his chest.
Henry moved eagerly toward the bed, but in his impatience, the trailing corner of my blouse caught beneath his foot. He lost his balance, and we tumbled awkwardly to the floor in a heap. Henry took the brunt of the fall, cushioning my landing with his body.
For a moment, we both froze in surprise. Then I found myself straddling him on the plush carpet, looking down at the commanding Henry. His usually perfect hair was disheveled, water still glistening on his skin. This vulnerable position stirred something primal within me.
*Come here,” he said, his voice low and seductive as his eyes fixed on my chest.
This command should have angered me, but the raw desire in his gaze sent heat coursing through my veins. After five years of marriage, I’d never seen him look at me this way–as if I were precious, something he couldn’t bear to lose.
A strange boldness overtook me. I traced my finger along his jawline, feeling the slight roughness of evening stubble. When he opened his mouth to speak, pressed my finger against his lips, stopping him from speaking.
“This face is really beautiful,” I whispered, letting my fingers continue exploring these perfect contours.
Something flashed in his eyes–surprise, vulnerability, or perhaps simply desire.
Before I could come to my senses, he moved with his characteristic dominance, flipping our positions until I found myself pinned beneath him, the carpet soft against my back.
“Be a good wife,” he whispered softly, his breath hot against my ear. “Otherwise, next time I’ll punish you in bed.”
What kind of threat was this? It sounded more like secret sweet talk between lovers.
His weight pressed me into the carpet, his caressing movements never stopping.
I was surprised to find myself so captivated, so enthralled by these sensations.
Just as Henry was about to enter my body, a distinctive melody filled the room.
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The song was unmistakable the special ringtone he’d set for babella a calle, a tune supposedly containing memories of the te
The spell was instantly broken! We separated as if burned, the passion of moments before evaporating into awkward fenden, I grembled to grabbing my clothes before retreating to the bathroom. My heart pounded against my ribs as I stared at my naked reflection in the mirror.
What were you thinking? 1 scolded myself, lightly slapping my forehead. Thank God for Isabella’s call, or you’d have ended up in bad with ikany zna
Through the partially open door, I could heat Henry’s voice transform completely. The roughness that had colored his words to me was replaced by courte concern as he spoke to Isabella.
“What’s wrong? You’re running a fever?” His tone carried a tenderness I’d never heard directed at me. Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon.
I walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed but still feeling uncomfortable. Henry was already buttoning his shirt, his mind clearly elsewhere. The man what had looked at me with such intensity moments before had vanished, replaced by Isabella’s loyal knight.
Tell me where Billy is,” I said with composure.
Henry barely glanced in my direction. “Not now.”
A plan formed in my mind, but it was my only leverage.
As Henry moved toward the walk–in closet to finish dressing, I quietly followed behind him. The moment he was inside, I slammed the door shut and tumed the lock.
Henry’s reaction was immediate. The doorknob twisted violently as he realized what had happened. Through the glass panel, I could see his expression darken with fury.
“Tell me where Billy is, I repeated, meeting his gaze through the glass. “Or you won’t be seeing your beloved Isabella tonight.”
“Do you know where the last person who threatened me is buried?” Henry’s voice was terrifyingly quiet, his hands flat against the glass as he stared at me coldly.
Despite my racing heart, I managed to smile. “I’m not threatening you,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. “I’m just proposing a trade.”
I deliberately began unbuttoning my blouse. Henry’s eyes widened. The blouse fell to the floor, followed by my bra. I kept my eyes locked with his, watching his expression shift from anger to something hungrier.
“What trade?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I didn’t answer immediately, instead methodically removing the rest of my clothes. When I was completely naked, I held up my underwear for a moment before carelessly tossing it aside.
The power I felt in that moment was intoxicating–finally, I had a day when I could completely control Henry! This arrogant man.
I stretched languidly, arching my back slightly. Then I lifted one leg, slowly and deliberately, knowing the glass panel hid nothing from his view. I heard him swallow hard, saw his knuckles whiten against the door from his grip.
“Woman,” he growled, rattling the handle with renewed violence, “you’re playing with fire.”
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I smiled, feeling a confidence I hadn’t experienced in years. “You have two choices,” I said, moving closer to the door, “Stay here with me and forget about Isabella…”
I let my fingers trace patterns on the glass separating us.
‘Or tell me where Billy is, and I’ll let you go to her.”
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The Ex–Wife’s Redemption: A Love
