After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"Mmph!"

Jolie struggled fiercely, but she was no match for Gavin's strength. With ease, he bound her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, leaving her utterly defenseless. She could do nothing but endure his unrelenting kiss and the way he invaded her space. She pressed her lips tightly together, refusing to let him deepen the kiss.

Gavin, however, was in no hurry. He kissed the tip of her nose, then the corners of her mouth, his lips trailing leisurely across her cheeks and down to her neck, lingering in every sensitive spot.

His breath, hot and intoxicating, brushed against her skin, igniting her nerves and eroding her composure. It was as if he were a patient hunter, skillfully luring his prey to surrender, to show its most vulnerable side and allow him to claim it completely.

Jolie could barely withstand his calculated tenderness. It left her with an inexplicable sensation-a fleeting illusion that he was cherishing her, treasuring her.

No! That was a lie!

Snapping herself out of it, she opened her eyes and looked at the man kissing her with his eyes closed.

As his lips brushed against her shoulder, she finally found her voice. "Gavin, what are you thinking?"

beginning, he had always seen right through her, yet she

in Selena, but since that Cooper family banquet, he hadn't

didn't like Selena, could it

even

body, perhaps? That seemed plausible. After all, in bed, he had always been relentless, even showing a rare obsession that

pressed firmly against her shoulder, leaving behind a faint mark. He straightened slightly, his eyes flashing with satisfaction as he noticed the mark on her pale

now?" he said, his

free hand moved

button at a time. From her position, Jolie had a clear view of his chiseled chest and the defined contours of his muscles, revealing themselves

at the edge of the couch, positioned closely between her legs. The proximity left Jolie with an uncomfortably clear view of his defined abs, each sculpted muscle tempting her hand to

leaving no room for negotiation. He seemed

her lip in

his body molding softly but firmly against hers. His

position, bound and unable to move freely. Her discomfort mounted, both physically and mentally. Was this what he meant