~Christopher’s POV~

“Give me my bloody wine back!” She screamed. She is horny, I can smell how aroused she is. She can’t even stand straight without crossing her legs. I love that I can only do that to her, but then again I can’t touch her. She thinks she’s the only one suffering, but I am too. I had a sly grin on my face. Her perky tits are enough to tell you everything you need to know about her at this point. She’s so fucking responsive when it comes to me. I watched her as she stood before me trying to control the pressure between her thighs. I don’t know if she realized her needy behavior. She’s ranting at me while her eyes are on me as if she’s trying to drink me up. Neither her thoughts nor her body is moving in the same direction; instead, they are working against one another. With my gaze fixed on her, I reached over and grabbed a bottle from the wine rack, then began strolling toward the kitchen counter. I launched myself on top of the kitchen counter.

“Stopher!” she screamed once more.

Her favorite method to express her rage is by calling me that. I snatched my gaze away from her, trying to avoid her gaze. I swear there is nothing underneath that silky nightgown.

“Would you like to drink with me tonight, Princess?” She glanced at me as if she wanted to say something to me. But I continued before she could say something, “Camille, I am not here to fight. We are both Liam’s parents. Are you not tired of fighting, Princess?” She came closer to the counter. I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her up before placing her on top of the counter. “Do you still want a drink?” I said with a smile on my face. She gave a slight nod of approval. What had been an angry lioness had suddenly turned timid, as though it were a small child being teased by its parents. The bottle of wine was almost completely depleted.

show me

her lower lip and pointed towards the

my cock wrapped around them

Grayston can suck. My wife

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give in because every time they started something, Christopher made sure to leave her feeling unfinished. She has become accustomed to his ways and is no longer surprised by them anymore. The fact that she will never be considered woman enough for Christopher is something she has long accepted as her fate. Camila shed a tear without even realizing it since the thought of it brought sadness and emptiness. Chris noticed the tear on her face and he started to gently wipe it away from her cheek. Her demeanor shifted from empathetic to antagonistic. Her hand went to Chris’s hand, and she snatched the wine from

like a miserable loser? I mean, miserable ex-wife. I had plenty of reasons to divorce you, but you know, I was reared by two wonderful parents who were both supportive of me throughout the process. They weren’t perfect, but they

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