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.

in Selena, but since

he didn't like Selena, could it be that

even

all, in bed, he had always been relentless, even showing a rare obsession that was entirely absent from

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

what I'm thinking by now?" he said,

free hand

her position, Jolie had a clear view of his chiseled chest and the

each movement.

legs. The proximity left Jolie with an uncomfortably clear view of

room for negotiation. He seemed intent

bit her

over her again as he pressed against her, his body molding softly but firmly against hers. His kisses

breathless and trapped.

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 was

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