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?"

had always seen right through

thought he was interested in Selena, but since that Cooper family banquet,

like Selena, could it be that

he even

in bed, he had always been

leaving behind a faint mark. He straightened slightly, his eyes flashing with satisfaction as he noticed the mark on

know what I'm thinking by now?"

spoke, his free hand

of his chiseled chest and the defined contours of his

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 reach out. She shifted her bound wrists, her face flushing as she murmured, "Let

replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He seemed intent on carrying

bit her

her chin upward, and his breath washed over her again as he pressed against her, his body molding softly but firmly against hers.

the awkward position, bound and unable to move freely. Her discomfort mounted, both physically and mentally. Was this what he meant by punishment? If so, it was unbearable. Then, there