Chapter 51
Anna’s POV:
Blake moved toward me slowly, each step radiating danger as 1 ctat my towel tighter around arg Beds
1 The grievances between us can’t be explained in fost a few words.
things up between us, you and Claire never will.
tad, his voice love and contentient and won if we emild clear
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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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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He stayed there a second, panting heavy, his sweaty chest pressed to my back, his dick still buried in me. The mirror was a mess of handprints and fog, my body limp against it as his cum started leaking out, dripping down my legs.
Afterward, he kept me pinned against the mirror, his expression challenging and unsatisfied as he warned, “Mrs. Wright, don’t let me see you being ambiguous with other men again, or I’ll feed your hunger even more thoroughly.”
I collapsed weakly to the floor, angrily hitting his thigh as I defended myself. “I don’t have anything going on with anyone else. Don’t assume everyone is like you.”
Blake let out a cold laugh, straightening his tie in the mirror. He then stretched out his hand to show me the wet marks on his cuffs, taunting, “With appetites like yours, who knows what you’re capable of.”
I felt mortified, lowering my gaze. I retrieved my towel and wrapped it around myself again.
Blake walked to the door, ready to leave.
“Wait,” I called after him. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll take revenge on Claire after what you just did to me?”
Blake turned back with a cold smile. “Anna, you never understood me
I looked at him, confused.
“Have you ever seen a cat afraid of angering a mouse? Anna, I’m waiting for you to come begging to me.”
With that, he slammed the door behind him.
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I laughed sarcastically, then rushed after him. While Blake waited for the elevator, I deliberately changed the password on my door lock right in front of him. Once it was successfully set, I slammed the door shut.
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