Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Chapter 42

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 42

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 42 Victoria belongs to me only…

VICTORIA’S POV

“Alessandro, leave me” I struggled under him, hearing his psychotic words. This man is out of control now.

However, he didn’t even flinch as his hold got stronger on me.“Now I know why you didn’t take one million dollars that day. You want more, don’t you? Then let me give it to you.”

“Ah… Alessmmm..” My struggle died down in my throat as his lips crushed on mine.

He pressed his lips onto mine with a harsh intensity that felt like a form of punishment. Feeling both frightened and irritated by his sudden transformation into a wild and unrestrained creature, I attempted to push him away from me.

This may have made him angry as he pushed growled at my mouth and took position between my legs.

I felt like something was transferring inside of me from the way his lips and hands caressed me with a raging need, and soon, I felt weak under him; even though my mind forced me to block his touch, my body did not allow it. The beast that unleased this evening I had never met before. Not even three years ago.

In no time, our clothes were torn and scattered throughout the whole room.

Alessandro was in no mood for pleasure but to destroy. I don’t know what came inside me as I hugged him close to me.

He stopped biting my neck and looked into my eyes. A shadow of dark lust couldn’t hide the ache and frustration inside him.

Suddenly, my heart was clenched by a cold grip, and my throat started heaving up. I loved this man for three years. Heck! I love him even now!

Maybe, I can deny outside, but how can I deny my heart to myself? How do I feel for him and the seed growing inside of me?

Maybe my way is wrong, and I didn’t plan it, but when he is with me, I want him. I really do.

I longed for him deeply, both physically and emotionally. I yearned for his affectionate touch and love. My mind was overwhelmed with the desire to declare that he was the one I loved, but unfortunately, he didn’t feel the same way. Despite this, my soul and body still longed for him.

Today is the last day of my identity as Victoria Blake. Then maybe, this is the last gift that God has sent my way. For the last time…

My eyes prickled, and I didn’t want him to see my tears. So, I did what I felt right at that moment. My hands snaked around his neck as I pulled him closer and kissed his lips softly.

His hunger was at its peak. He didn’t deny it, deepened the kiss, and became passionate with time.

His one hand pinned my hands over my head again, and one hand found its way to my wetness.

With his lips on mine and hand between my legs, I started falling apart, but before I could explode, he stopped and replaced his hard cock with his fingers.

I gasped at the sensation. My folds were so slippery that he was immediately inside of me. We both moaned in ecstasy.

He moved slowly but touched the deepest part of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

I was moaning and squirming beneath him, requesting more intense action, and he complied. However, saying he simply complied is an understatement; at some point, he pounded with such enthusiasm that it seemed like he was possessed.

Each of his thrusts was not only hitting the perfect spot, but it felt like he was touching my heart, and each time my heart tickled more and more with bubbles growing up.

A coil started forming in the pit of my stomach as he slayed me. I was on the seventh sky, floating like there was no tomorrow.

I didn’t want it to stop, but at one certain point, I was pushed to the edge and burst around his hardness with a loud scream, his name falling from my lips again and again, asking him not to stop.

I was in high when I heard him groaning louder than an injured tiger.“Oh, fuck! Victoria… Fuck” He growled and shot his loads inside me, releasing himself in me.

However, this is not the end. Nah-ah… This is just the beginning.

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ALESSANDRO’S POV

I was so furious about her action. She did it again. Three years ago, she tricked me the same way and forced me to marry her with a false pregnancy report.

And three years later, when she was the one who proposed the divorce, she did it again.

I was so out of control that when she came inside, I insulted and humiliated her. She wanted it, didn’t she? So, I gave it to her.

But… Why doesn’t it hurt anymore? I thought I would only stop after punishing her, but I couldn’t.

Yes, I wasn’t able to punish her. Mostly when I looked into those emerald-green eyes, they looked at me with a strange emotion I never knew about.

Perhaps I am aware of it, but I am unwilling to acknowledge it.

When she pulled me in for a kiss, I couldn’t hold back my promise to punish her; I just wanted her at that point.

Drug effects? However, three years ago, it wasn’t the same experience; it wasn’t just about obtaining physical relief; it had a deeper impact. It reached the core of the being.

Her taste, her moans, her screams, and the way she holds me… Everything was so different from other times. It felt like I had never had sex before.

Her soft wet pussy was so peaceful when I was inside. The way it clenched around me. The way it throbbed against me. It fits so perfectly that I only belong there.

I sensed that I had discovered my paradise amidst her thighs. It was enchanting and spoke to a deeper connection between us, one that was incredibly pleasant.

At that moment, I only wanted to declare that she is mine. Her every fucking inch belongs to me. Every breath she takes belongs to me. Her tight sweet pussy belongs to me. Victoria belongs to me only…