The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 182

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 182: Tangled in Steam-1

Angela POV

His hands seized my wrists, yanking me back down with a force that stole my air.

I met his gaze, and my heart stuttered-his eyes, once dulled by fatigue, now blazed with a dark, primal intensity.

Before I could protest, he pulled me flush against him, water sloshing as his arms encircled mé, pinning me to his body.

"Sean, stop it!" I thrashed, my voice edged with panic and defiance.

My palms shoved at his shoulders, but he was unyielding, his grip tightening, one hand sliding to my lower back.

I could feel everything-his heartbeat pounding, the rigid swell of his arousal pressing through his trousers against my stomach. My pulse raced, a storm of anger and buried longing clashing within me

"Let me go!"

I demanded, but the words trembled as his face drew near, his breath hot against my cheek.

Then his lips claimed mine, fierce and unrelenting, tasting of water and a history I'd tried to erase. I twisted, pushing harder, but his hand cupped my nape, tilting my head to deepen the kiss.

His tongue teased mine, insistent, and a traitorous heat flared in my chest.

My resistance faltered, a soft moan slipping free as his fingers traced my spine, igniting sparks that spread like wildfire.

"Sean..." My protest was a whisper, lost in the steam and my thundering pulse.

His hand slid beneath my blouse, finding my breast, kneading it with a rough tenderness that made my nipple harden instantly.

I gasped, arching into his touch as he tugged the fabric up, exposing my chest to the humid air. His mouth broke m mine, trailing wet kisses down my neck, then lower, until his lips closed around my nipple.

His tongue flicked over it, slow and deliberate, then sucked hard, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

I cried out, my hips shifting against him, my body betraying me despite my fading resolve.

"Angela..." He growled my name, the sound low and primal, vibrating against my skin.

His hands gripped my hips, hiking my skirt higher until it bunched around my waist, baring my thighs completely.

I straddled him fully now, my legs parting wider, and I felt his cock-thick, unyielding-pressing against me through his trousers, the heat of it searing through the damp fabric.

own arousal pulsed, a slick, aching need pooling

rasped, his

stopped him-should've clawed my way out of this tub and fled-but my hands froze, trembling as he undid

with a bead of precum that mingled with the water. He guided

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Tangled in

breath catching, before wrapping my fingers

throbbing as I stroked, the water slicking my grip, making

tipping back against the tub's edge, his Adam's

pushing my panties aside

brushed my folds, finding me swollen and

raw emotion. "ve missed

inside-first one, then two-stretching me with a slow, deliberate thrust that made me

within, and my hips bucked, chasing the sensation. His thumb found my clit, rubbing in tight, wet circles, and I moaned louder,

movements, mirroring the urgency building

core.

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finger, filling me further,

stroking him in sync, feeling him pulse

a cry as he twisted

at the loss, but then he gripped my hips, lifting me

cock nudged my entrance, hot and blunt

his eyes dark with

plea wrapped in desire, his

not with my

didn't

and he

with a

thickness parting me,

hilt, his

ass.

shoulders as he held still, letting me feel every ridge, every

hips that dragged his cock along my walls, teasing every nerve. My pussy clenched around him, greedy, and he groaned, his hands sliding to my ass,

each thrust, a rhythmic

my hip, the other slipping between us to tease my clit again. His fingers pressed and circled, slick with my arousal, and the