The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 151

Victoria breathed in the familiar scent clinging to him—a fragrance she'd once craved in his arms. McNeil was still McNeil. But for the first time, confronted with his wild intensity, his intoxicating, overwhelming hunger, she felt absolutely

nothing.

Tonight, emboldened by alcohol, McNeil didn't bother asking what she wanted. He swept her up into his arms, ignoring her frantic struggles. No matter how hard she fought, his grip was ironclad, unyielding.

He carried her to the warm bed, tossed her onto the mattress, and pinned her down beneath him, leaving her no room to move.

"McNeil, I don't want this-you know you could go to jail for what you're doing," Victoria warned, her voice trembling.

But McNeil didn't care. His body pressed against hers, hard and insistent, as he fumbled with his shirt buttons. He was determined to have her, no matter her protests, intent on making her surrender.

Victoria's dark hair spilled across the pillow like silk. In her struggle, he tore her camisole, exposing pale, flawless skin. He seized her wrists, locking them above her head. Breathless, her cheeks flushed, her lips already bruised and swollen from his kisses-looked even more irresistibly tempting.

"Victoria, don't forget-you're still my wife. As long as we don't have divorce papers, I have every right to fulfill my duties as your husband."

His desire flared, and the thought of Victoria yielding like this to the man she now lived with—of her surrendering to someone else—drove McNeil mad with jealousy. The urge to claim her, to possess her completely, was overwhelming.

McNeil didn't appreciate what he had in

McNeil scoffed at that. He knew her, inside and out-knew exactly

jealousy

you dressed at the game launch-don't tell me you weren't trying to seduce me. Victoria, after six years, is there anyone who knows you better than I do? If you want to leave, then leave for real. Stop playing

deliberately twisted her actions into something shameful. Victoria stared up at him, seeing that wild, possessive

never

Victoria, there was only raw, naked

over Victoria. Some

their

was the point in resisting?

him

sensed her surrender. He cupped her chin, studying her beautiful dark eyes in the dim

away, he forced her

feel him, to know he was there, to lose herself

her body relax-and with it, her battered, broken

beside him, eyes open and empty, feeling shattered in both body

arm from around her waist and slipped