Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 315

Chapter 307

Pervert!

Beneath the loosened tie, Mila's pupils shrank to pinpricks. She barely had time to struggle before he shoved her into the locker, her back slamming hard against the metal with a deafening clang.

Her gasp of pain never made it out-his heat swallowed it whole.

His lips ground hungrily against hers, nothing like the aloof indifference they usually showed. He was searing, insistent, kissing her as if he meant to devour her.

Mila could only endure it, helpless.

He tugged her shirt up. His dry, calloused hand slid beneath the fabric, rough and searching, kneading at her skin until her breath came short and ragged, her resistance melting into something shamefully eager.

When she felt his hand moving lower, Mila snapped back to herself. Panic surged; she fought wildly, and the blindfold-a silk tie-slipped away from her eyes.

She froze.

Behind the young man pinning her, another figure stood-silent, expressionless, cold as ice. How long had he been there?

There was someone else in the room.

only pinned her harder, lips crushing over hers to smother her voice. With nowhere else

hell

fresh bite mark— a faint trace of

past him at Leonard, who stood

here!" she managed after

over his shoulder at

him without hesitation. Leonard belonged to him, and followed wherever he went. There

this were inevitable,

a dog, after

him in disbelief. "You knew he was here?" Her shirt had nearly been torn

Lysander's voice was cool, dismissive. "He's a dog. Just ignore him. Why let it bother

Mila's eyes went wide.

unmoved, eyes blank, as if the words hadn't even registered as an insult. She just

rich people

you have to be Montgomery-level

just an ordinary girl. She couldn't begin to understand. "Psychopath,"

...

the exit of the men's locker room. If

Lysander's eyes

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