Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 421

"I don't see you holding back, either!" Mila hissed through clenched teeth.

"Darling, now, that's not fair," the man answered, a few ragged breaths escaping him, his voice rough with laughter. "Of all people, shouldn't you know best whether I held back or not?"

Mila fell silent.

After so many years together, she couldn't deny Lysander was right. But she was still furious. She simply shut her eyes and lay still, pretending she'd just been bitten by a stray dog again.

Lysander, of course, knew she wouldn't rise to the bait.

He was only teasing, anyway.

Over the years, she'd never once been the one to initiate-well, actually, there was that one time she had, but the consequences had been more than she could handle. After that, she never tried again; it was always Lysander, endlessly taking what he wanted.

He knew everything about her.

Every sensitivity, every weakness.

From behind, his breath grew heavier. Suddenly, his teeth grazed her shoulder, making her shudder. He carefully avoided her wound, then pressed a warm, soothing kiss to her skin, gentle as spring rain, blurring her thoughts until she drifted off, lost in the haze of night.

*Smack!*

The next morning, Mila woke in the car, a sharp ache radiating from her thighs. Her anger flared all over again, and she slapped Lysander across the face.

He took it with a grin, eyes bright and full of mischief, pretending to wince in pain. He grabbed her hand and blew gently on her palm, putting on a show of concern, warning her that if she kept at it, her hand would swell.

grew

injuries, slathering ointment on her legs. It took all her strength to kick

ship's

his work when he spotted Lysander. He paused, surprised, then noticed the faint red handprint

face?" Francis circled him, eyes gleaming

are you?" Lysander replied, smiling with

Francis immediately raised his hand. "Stop! Not interested. Don't

wanted to know-Lysander's

own woes worse.

my fingers to the bone while you're living the high life," Francis grumbled.

with lazy elegance.

hadn't truly indulged-just

the table. "That's it, I can't take it anymore. I need a drink-the biggest bottle

shot back mercilessly. "Once we're done with Rome, you can drink yourself into oblivion for all I care. But for now, if you so much as touch a drop,

a tight-lipped smile.

mood

came sniffing around, just like we expected. They tailed you every time you went out, but kept their distance. Since they weren't making

we're on the

"So, what's our move?"

set sail for Rome this afternoon," Lysander said. Then, a sly smile tugged at his lips. "But first, there's somewhere I want to take

surprise, then shook his head

woke, the

Rome?" she asked, picking at the lunch that had