Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

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BLAIRE
He was k*ssing me so roughly that I could taste the mixture of alcohol and tobacco in his mouth. I keep pushing him away, but he won’t let me. Instead, he pressed his b*dy. against mine even tighter. I can already feel the growing bulge in between his legs pressing against my stomach.
Despite feeling the heat slowly crawling into every fiber of my being, I still manage to get my head clear. We shouldn’t be doing this, not with our current situation. Aside from that, I’m not sure how this will affect my unborn child. I haven’t consulted with ant OB-Gyne, so I’m not sure if it’s safe for us to do this.
“Sebastian, wait,” but he was persistent. The more I tried to move my lips away from his, the more persistent he became,
I was completely taken aback by what he did next. He ripped my dress until my chest. was revealed right before his eyes. “This is mine,” he murmured as he carefully looked at my exposed breast.
I tried to cover my front by putting my arms up, but he quickly grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. “Don’t hide from me, baby.”
I gulped as I watched his last breath consume him. His eyes were burning with desire. A shiver ran down my spine as his lips brushed against my neck, leaving a trail of fiery k*sses. The room seemed to clo
in, and the air was thick with tension as the weight of his desire pressed against me.
His touch was both possessive and demanding, tracing a path over my skin that left an indelible mark on my senses. The passion that had once been a source of comfort now manifested as a turbulent storm, tearing through the remnants of our fractured connection.
In that vulnerable moment, I grappled with conflicting emotions-the echoes of love intertwined with the stark reality of our disintegrating marriage. The boundaries between pleasure and pain blurred as I navigated the tumultuous currents of our tangled history.
But despite the pleasure brought by his touch, I tried to maintain my sanity. We need to stop before we get to a point of no return.
“Sebastian, no.” I tried to resist, but he quickly silenced me with a k*ss. His other hand started to massage my forehead, which sent bolts of electricity throughout my b*dy. I mustered the strength to break free from his touch, gently pushing him away. “Sebastian, we can’t continue like this,” I pleaded, my words a desperate plea for reason,
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He looked at me with a mix of frustration and desire, his eyes searching for something unspoken. “I’m the one who’s going to decide whether we will continue this or not. And I always like to finish what I started,” he responded, completely ignoring my plea.
“Stop, Sebastian! You’re drunk!” I raised my voice, hoping I could convince him to stop. But he fell deaf to my plea. He continued to k*ss my neck down to my exposed breast until my nose met his playful tongue. “Ahhhh!” A loud moan escaped my lips when I felt his hot and wet mouth playing with the tip of my breath.
This doesn’t feel right, but I feel helpless. I have no match for his strength. Despite my constant rejection, he continued his assault. My b*dy was filled with a mixture of desire and shame. I feel violated. Even though I’m starting to feel my arousal at the back of my head, I’m still aware that what he’s doing isn’t right. But no matter how I tried to convince myself that this isn’t right, my b*dy feels like it has a mind of its own. It was too late when I found myself surrendering to my selfish desires.
He didn’t bother removing the remaining pieces of my clothing. He pulled my underwear underneath my dress, I felt the cold breeze brushing against my exposed center as he pulled the hem of my dress aside. I was surprised when he suddenly thrust his whole thickness inside me without a warning. No foreplay, no preparation, nothing. It was as if he was in a rush, and he doesn’t care whether I enjoy it or not.
I winced when I felt the pain because of his sudden movement inside me. He was rough. He was far from the man I used to share a bed with.
“Look how you shamelessly grind your hips against me. Are you always like this with every man you’ve slept with? Do you like it rough, huh? Tell me, Blaire. Is this what you and that ba t ard Alexander did the whole night?” he asked, with a devilish smirk on his lips.

“What are you talking about?” I was surprised by the way he talked to me. I also don’t understand how Alexander fits in the picture. Did he think I slept with Alexander?
“You don’t have to lie, Blaire. I know what you’ve been up to since last night. I saw you get out of his car. Is he a good fvck?” He asked as he continued his ruthless thrust against my center. “You know what? You don’t have to answer that. I’m sure as hell that I’m better than him.”
My hand automatically landed on his cheeks. Despite the tingling sensation brought by his thrust into my core, it wasn’t enough to numb my heart from his ruthless insults. “I will not let you disrespect me like this,” I coldly told him. I leaned my hand against his chest as I tried so hard to push him away. “Get off me!” I yelled at him.
He completely disregards what I said. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and pinned it over my head. “Stop acting as if you don’t like being fvcked like this. You’re a warrior, so act like one,” he said before continuing his assault despite my refusal. He continues to
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thrust inside me. His movement becomes faster and faster. We were filled with nothing but a loud groan..
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my lower lip to stop myself from making any noise. I will not give him the satisfaction of hearing me enjoy what he’s doing.
“Moan for me, Blaire. I want to hear you scream in pleasure,” he said before he tugged on my chin to stop me from biting my lower lip.
In the midst of the conflicting emotions, a tingling sensation begins to weave its way through my b*dy, defying the hatred that simmers within me. Sebastian’s touch, though tumultuous, sparks a fire that refuses to be extinguished. It’s as if the tempest of our emotions has birthed a tempest of passion, swirling and colliding in a dance of paradoxes.
My mind rebels against the conflicting sensations, torn between the resentment I harbor and the undeniable allure of the chemistry that lingers between us.
As he looks into my eyes, I see mirrored turmoil, a reflection of the storm we’ve become. But aside from that, I can also see rage and despise. I don’t know how we ended up in this situation or what might be the reason why he was suddenly filled with anger towards me. But regardless of what the reason might be, seeing how he can be ruthless makes me more determined to think about my future and my unborn child.
“Ahhh…fck! I’m cymming!” He screamed in pleasure as he continued to move his hips. against my femininity.
I clenched my lower lip forcefully, suppressing any moans as my b*dy trembled with pleasure alongside his. The taste of blood lingered in my mouth from the intense biting. Tears welled up and trickled down the sides of my eyes.
I lay there, a mix of conflicting emotions swirling within me. The aftermath of our encounter left an eerie silence in the room. Sebastian, now spent, rolled off me without uttering a word.
As I gathered what remained of my composure, I couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal, not only by him but also by the circumstances that led to this moment. The room, once a sanctuary, now bore witness to the shattered fragments of a relationship pushed to its limits.
I picked up all my clothes and ran to the bathroom before locking myself inside. The cold tiles of the bathroom floor provided a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions swirling within me. As I dressed in haste, I could still feel the lingering touch of Sebastian on my skin, a haunting reminder of a moment I wished I could erase.
The sound of water running from the showerhead drowned out the muf fled s obs escaping from my lips. Each drop echoed the cascade of emotions: the shame, the
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regret, and the profound sense of loss. In the confinement of that bathroom, I grappled with the harsh reality of the choices that led me to this precipice.
The mirror reflected a distorted image of a woman, her eyes swollen from tears, a mere shell of the person she used to be. With a deep
breath. I steadied myself, determined to face the consequences awaiting me beyond the bathroom door. As I turned off the water, the room was engulfed in silence. I knew I couldn’t hide forever.
I removed my torn dress and grabbed the bathrobe before wrapping it around my b*dy to cover my n*kedness. I wiped away my tears from my cheeks as I tried to even my breathe. Once I’m finally calm, I prepare myself to get out of the bathroom to face the inevitable. It’s time to confront the truth.
I wrapped my arms around me, trying to console myself as I slowly opened the door of the bathroom. As I stepped outside, I found Sebastian standing beside the bed, fixing his pants.
I gulped before finally breaking the silence. “I want divorce.”
He turned in my direction with a dead look in his eyes, as if my request didn’t surprise. him at all. He then walked towards the center table and grabbed a folder that was sitting on top of it. My heart was racing as I followed his every move. After that, he then walked towards me and handed me the folder he had grabbed from the center table.
“I’ve been having a hard time considering whether I should do this or not. But you only made my decision easier by sleeping with that man. Consider what happened today as our parting gift to each other,” he said as he buttoned his shirt up. “I was trying to be considerate, given our history. But it seems like there’s no other choice. Catherine and I have already talked about our relationship. And we agreed to start over and give our relationship another chance,” he added.
Every word feels like a knife piercing right through my heart. I know I already decided that it was better for us to go our separate ways, thus my asking for a divorce. But I wasn’t expecting him to admit that he’d already chosen Catherine over me.
The air hung heavy with the finality of Sebastian’s decision. I stood there, a silent spectator to the dissolution of a marriage that had once held promises of forever. His words echoed in my mind, a’relentless reminder that the man I once knew had chosen to rebuild with another.
“I’ll be the one to initiate the divorce proceedings. Just sign the papers, and I’ll take care of it. The papers will be delivered to you soon,” he stated with a detached tone, as if the unraveling of our marriage were a mere formality. The gravity of his words settled over me, and the weight of our shared past became an indelible scar on my heart. “You will be thoroughly compensated for our marriage. Half of my assets will be yours, as well as
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the alimony.”