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.

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

hell are

two steps, fox-like eyes dark and angry. A fresh bite mark— a

glaring past him at Leonard, who stood motionless as if carved

here!" she managed

his shoulder at

shadow, bodyguard, and, if needed, the one who would die for him without hesitation. Leonard belonged

inevitable,

dog, after

knew he was here?" Her shirt had

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

Mila's eyes went wide.

aristocratic-to Leonard, who stood unmoved, eyes blank, as if the words hadn't even registered as an insult.

rich

have to

She couldn't begin to understand. "Psychopath," Mila muttered under

...

the exit of the men's locker

her, Lysander's eyes narrowed

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