Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 611

Chapter 78

10: Gage.

Of all the atrocious shit I've done since my father died-vandalizing cars, getting into drunken brawls-the thoughts I'm having right now are by far the worst.

I stand above Stella while she spreads the blanket out on the sand. Her skirt is in tatters in my car, so she's wearing nChapter 611

Nortia, Marblecliff International Airport.

The private jet touched down, engines humming as it taxied to a stop. When the cabin door opened, a flight attendant carefully guided Briony Kensington down the steps.

Briony's eyes were sightless, taking in nothing of the bright, unfamiliar world

around her. All she could feel was the thick, humid air pressing against her skin- a reminder that days in this tropical country were always oppressively warm.

Waiting on the tarmac was Gifford, here on behalf of Ferdinand Ellsworth. He watched as the flight attendant helped Briony into the car, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Gifford slid behind the wheel. The drive began in silence-Briony was calm, her expression unreadable.

Every so often, Gifford glanced at her through the rearview mirror, half-expecting signs of distress or resistance. But Briony sat quietly, not a trace of fear or anger on her face. As Ferdinand's most trusted aide, Gifford knew exactly what his employer had put Briony through. Her composure surprised him.

The ride to Sanctonia Private Estate took nearly forty minutes. Briony, worn out and pale, gradually drifted off in the back seat, her head slumping gently against the upholstery.

They finally arrived. The car rolled through the gates and into the manicured grounds. Gifford parked, stepped out, and opened the door.

"We're here, Ms. Kensington," he announced.

Briony stirred, rubbing her temples as she woke. Her hands reached out, feeling for the edge of the door. She steadied herself and carefully stepped out, moving with the caution of someone who could no longer trust their own senses.

Gifford hovered nearby, his hands raised protectively, careful not to touch her. If Ferdinand saw him lay a hand on her, there would be hell to pay.

As soon as Briony found her balance, hurried footsteps approached from ahead.

"Ms. Kensington, let me help you!" Belinda's voice called out, warm but a little breathless.

Briony nodded, her tone reserved. "Thank you."

Belinda gently took her arm, guiding her inside the house.

They had barely crossed into the living room when Mary came down the stairs, her eyes wide in surprise.

"Briony!" she exclaimed, hurrying over to look her up and down. "What happened? Why are you back so soon?"

Briony's face was calm, almost numb. "I don't want to end up a cripple."

Mary froze at that. After a moment, she lowered her voice. "Isn't there anyone else who can help you?"

Briony shook her head, her

expression empty. "No. I've lost both my sight and my sense of taste. The doctors say I was poisoned-and it was Ferdinand's own concoction. Only he knows how to cure me."

Mary's breath caught in her throat.

Just then, the rumble of a car sounded from outside.

Ferdinand had returned.

"Mr. Ellsworth," Belinda greeted politely as he stepped inside, then quietly withdrew.

Ferdinand's eyes never left Briony. He didn't spare Mary a

disappointment crossed Mary's face, but she masked

arm with a playful pout. "You got your way after all, but poor Briony she's

his arm free, his gaze cold. "This doesn't concern you. Go upstairs

over. "Briony and I go way

her with a look. "Be good.

there was

Mary turned and stomped up

listened to the retreating footsteps, her hands curling tightly into fists. It seemed Ferdinand hadn't made things difficult for Mary after she helped Briony escape or perhaps he was simply biding his time, mindful that Mary was carrying his

closer,

he said quietly. "You've lost

haven't you?"

let out a bitter laugh. "Congratulations, Mr. Ellsworth. Your little experiment

didn't respond. Instead, he reached for

to pull away, but Ferdinand spoke softly, "Hold still. I'm

blanket and her tits are dangling there like forbidden fruit. My dick is stiffer than sin in my briefs, there is no one around for miles and I can't help it. I can't help but

to use force. She's addicted to skin on

few minutes of making out with our shirts off and she'd be screaming for me to put it in. I'm a bastard. I'm a terrible man for considering it. One flick up my wrist and she'd be on her back. She might try and push me off, briefly, but she's too horny to fight me for long. She'd let me kiss her. I'd hump her through those threadbare panties

the right word for how badly

I'm being eaten alive.

used to getting what I want, when I want

the man who gets to be with

doesn't mean I'm a

Or I'm worried I won't make it through the next two days without impressing my will

thoughtfulness, her determination to make me a better man and football player. Can't

Can't I?

my throat and close my eyes, breathing deep. Don't think about how tight her pussy is going to be. Yeah right. Every other thought in my head consists of exactly

Some

off my shirt and toss it into the sand, kneeling down beside Stella on the blanket. She's in the process of finding the right page of her notes, so it takes her a moment

at my abs, so I flex them and listen to her intake of breath. "I

"You just what, honey?"

expect you to

that what we

but during the kissing parts

How am I not tackling her onto the blanket right now? "You want me to put my shirt back

cheeks darken. "I

should probably take yours off, too. Just so

of self- conscious. Not when you've got all of

wrap my hands around her waist and drag her toward me. "Ah, honey. You should see me with

a snarky retort, but she chews her

my stomach, cold prickles of sweat popping up and down my spine. Oh, this girl of

such a bastard. "You don't have to be nervous, Stella. When we have sex for the first time, I'm going to go nice and slow. I'm going to make sure your pussy is wet

eyes search mine. "What do

track record with women before her, a pit forms in the center of my stomach. "Please, I

her closer, the magic of her presence keeping the distress at bay. "When we make love, it's going to be my first time, too.

repeats dazedly

of her button-down shirt, delving down the back of her panties to massage her ass cheeks. "You think it's crazy to love you after one day, honey? You ain't seen nothing yet." I'm coming dangerously close to revealing what an absolute fanatic I am for her. Maybe I have already, somewhat, but she doesn't know how deep this obsession runs. I'm not sure

responds,

from reaching for her as

her lap. "We should start with

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