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.

a slick, aching need pooling

rasped, his

out of this tub and fled-but my hands froze, trembling as he undid his

a bead of precum that mingled with the water. He

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and I hesitated, my breath catching, before wrapping my

I stroked, the water

tipping back against the tub's edge, his

skirt, pushing my panties aside with a

fingers brushed my folds, finding me swollen and

breaking with raw

then two-stretching me

the sensation. His thumb found my

water splashed with my movements, mirroring the urgency

core.

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me further, his pace quickening, and

him in sync,

as he twisted his fingers, pressing harder, the pleasure spiraling out of

free, and I nearly whimpered at the loss, but then he gripped my hips, lifting me

cock nudged my entrance, hot and blunt against

his eyes

want this," he whispered, a plea

deny it-not now, not with

didn't

and he thrust

a

stretch was exquisite, his thickness parting

the hilt, his balls

ass.

still, letting me feel every

every nerve. My pussy clenched around

each thrust, a rhythmic counterpoint to the wet smack of

my clit again. His fingers pressed and circled, slick with my arousal, and the dual sensation-his cock plunging deep, his touch stoking that tight bundle of