Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 46 ~ Can't survive without me

Rage.

I feel it as he stands behind me, and it burns hotter than the car in front of me. I'm

afraid, but i'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't feeling better.

I don't flinch when I hear Alex curse behind me, though I feel his presence like a storm crashing into my back.

For a moment, I can't take my eyes off the flames eating his precious car, the same way he's been eating away at my soul since the day we married.

My memories have started returning, and most of them have been good until two months ago. I shouldn't blame him, though. I signed up for this.

But when he starts dictating who I can talk to and start burning my things, that's where I draw the line.

His hands are on me before I can move, spinning me around so fast I almost stumble.

"Why did you do that, Athena?" He asks, his eyes dancing in fury.

I tilt my head, offering him a sweet, cold smile that doesn't reach my eyes. " Can you take a lucky guess?"

His jaw tightens so hard I swear I hear his teeth grind. His hand snakes around my throat as he steps forward while I step backward until my back hits the wall, pinning me between it and this bastard.

"I could snap you in half." He growls.

"Don't let me rain on your parade." I snap back.

His hand is not hard enough to hurt, but it's hard enough to keep me in place.

His scent, dark and musky, hits me hard, wrapping around me as his chest rises and falls, his breathing ragged like he's fighting himself.

"Tell me Athena," He brushes his hand on my cheek, and I shudder, "Did you enjoy seeing my car burn to ashes?" he whispers in my ear with his face close enough that his minty breath dances over my skin.

I swallow.

I bite out, impressed with how strong my own

and now we're chest to chest. It's only now when I notice that he's barefoot, shirtless, and only wearing his sweats and man.

seems to be perfect about his body. Maybe that's

car. And you won't like how." He

it's from fear or

any come back, I pock at him instead, "Never knew I'd see the day when the clean freak

his face, "Will you look at that, Athena King has been making me do stupid shit lately, haven't

Athena Dawson, and

like Athena isn't only a mental

throat bobs as I swallow, but

only one losing my mind," I whisper, lifting my chin, trying to sound

dangerous smile still twisting his lips, but there's a flicker of something darker in his gaze, something

against mine, and my breath catches. "But if you want to see me lose it...

my throat to my jaw, tilting my head up to him, his thumb grazing over my skin like he owns

try to move my face away, but he tightens his

out, "So you can be free, and

to finish the sentence when he steps into

on top of my

doesn't say

dark, furious eyes, like he's trying to figure out whether to destroy me or devour

presses

me to stay open for him and I hate the way my body reacts, heat flooding my core even as my mind screams to pushim

But I don't.

I won't give him that

at him, breathing heavily, my wrists still pinned tightly

lingering there, but he

of his breath, but when I try to pul away, he moves with me, chasing my mouth

I think it might crack open my

he doesn't touch

there, smirking

murmurs, his voice low, hard enough