The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Extinguished Passion in the Parking Garage

Angela POV

Sean's voice cut through the chilly air of the parking garage, his emerald eyes darkening with a heat that made my chest tighten.

His hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer, his touch soft but possessive. His breath brushed my skin, hot and heavy.

"You know what I want," he murmured, his voice dropping low, husky, vibrating through me. "It's always been you. Only you."

Before I could say a word, his lips crashed into mine, hard and hungry. He kissed me like he owned me, his tongue slipping past my lips, tasting me.

His body pinned me against the car, his chest pressing tight against mine, radiating heat that chased away the garage's cold.

Then his hand moved-sliding under my shirt, his warm palm rubbing my back. The slow, deliberate strokes made me shiver, my skin prickling under his touch.

This wasn't like the last time on the private jet, when he'd taken me fast and rough, like he couldn't wait to fuck me.

This time, even though the kiss was forceful, he didn't rush to rip my clothes off. His hand stayed gentle, tracing my spine, his fingers teasing my skin like he was savoring every second.

My knees went weak, my breath hitching as his warmth sank into me. He pulled back just enough to kiss my jaw, then my neck, his lips brushing softly before he nipped my earlobe.

"You're still so sensitive," he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent a jolt straight through me.

For a split second, my body betrayed me.

But then reality hit like a slap. I shoved him back, hard, my hands slamming into his chest.

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Chapter 152: Extinguished Passion in the Parking Garage

"Let me go!" I gasped, ripping my lips from his. My voice bounced off the concrete walls.

His eyes burned with raw hunger as he stared down at me, his breathing rough. "Angela-"

head snapped to the side,

dare you!" My voice trembled with fury, my

to face me, one hand rising to touch the reddening mark on his cheek. Instead of anger,

so," he said quietly, "but every word I've said is the

my voice still shaking. "What does that matter? Am

now? Have you forgotten how you treated me

fumbled behind me for the door handle, desperate to escape

and I slipped inside, slamming it shut

window, his eyes

as I reversed, refusing to look in the rearview mirror where I knew Sean still stood, watching me drive

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cold over my hands as I stood in my bathroom, furiously scrubbing at

swollen, a visible reminder of what had just happened. The sight only fueled

this?" I whispered to my reflection. "It's just anger. Nothing

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Passion in the

with a towel, trying

away

door.

Olivia looked up from the children's book she was reading to the

couldn't see the lingering turbulence in my eyes. "Thank you so much for watching

you properly."

all. The twins are always

interact with my children, a complicated guilt

had been a faithful friend these past

with the twins.

told her the truth about their father-about

she lit up at

better

following evening, I pushed through the crowded mall toward

I'd arranged to meet