After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back by Riverflow

Chapter 1097

"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?"

From the beginning, he had always seen right through her, yet she had never truly understood him.

thought he was interested in Selena, but since that Cooper family banquet, he hadn't shown Selena any particular

he didn't like Selena, could it be that he

would he even like

he had always been relentless, even

behind a faint mark. He straightened slightly, his

don't know what I'm thinking by now?" he

spoke, his free hand moved to his

a time. From her position, Jolie had a clear view of his chiseled

each movement.

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

Gavin replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for

bit her lip in

against her, his body molding

breathless and trapped.

discomfort mounted, both physically and mentally. Was this what he meant by punishment? If so,

the veins at his temple throbbed in annoyance. His grip on her waist tightened. "You planned this, didn't you?" he asked, his