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.

he only pinned her harder, lips crushing over hers to

hell are

dark and angry. A fresh bite mark— a faint trace of blood-stood out on

sucked in a shaky breath, glaring past him at Leonard,

is here!" she

glanced over his shoulder at

personal shadow, bodyguard, and, if needed, the one who would die for him without hesitation. Leonard belonged to him, and followed wherever he went. There was no point in hiding things from a

inevitable, and

dog, after

shirt had nearly been torn off, and he'd let someone

"He's a dog. Just ignore

Mila's eyes went wide.

as if the

all rich

you have

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

...

for the exit of the men's locker room. If she stayed a second longer, she'd

Lysander's

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