Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Her words only seemed to spur him on even more. He leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear as he murmured in a low, rough voice, daring her to say it again.

Feeling embarrassed and angry, Selena turned bright red but couldn't shake him off. To vent her frustration, she bit down on Everett's shoulder.

He grunted, pulling her closer, his movements growing even more intense. Thankfully, the effects of the medication were strong, so the encounter was brief. His heavy breaths brushed against her neck as their intimacy came to an abrupt end. Selena's heart raced, her skin slick with sweat. Her head rested on his shoulder, too exhausted to push him away. After a moment, Everett pulled out and lifted her gently, carrying her to the king-sized bed and laying her down.

As her breathing steadied, Selena thought she'd just rest for a bit before leaving. But before she knew it, he was leaning over her again.

Startled, she blurted, "Everett, aren't you—"

He knew exactly where she was going with that, and chuckled softly. "Mrs. Bennett, that was just the warm-up!"

He had been waiting too long to be easily satisfied, and she had no idea how alluring she looked, lost in desire. Everett brushed his fingers over her swollen lips.

Now that they'd broken the ice, he was in his groove. Selena knew he was shameless, but she had underestimated him. Her eyes filled with frustration, and she bit her lip hard, refusing to make a sound.

A solo act couldn't match the energy of a duet. Seeing her resistance, Everett wasn't annoyed. Instead, he took his time teasing her.

After three years of marriage, he knew her body better than she did. With his careful attention, Selena couldn't tell if she felt pain, pleasure, or something in between. Her control slipped, and she nearly let out noises several times, only to swallow them back with what little composure she had left.

Her fingers gripped the sheets, wrinkling the silk beneath her. She just wanted it to be over.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Everett noticed her struggle and wasn't sure whether to laugh at her innocence or be annoyed by her lack of earnestness. He effortlessly caught her slender ankles and gently pulled her back. en

Then, as if to teach her a lesson, he stopped playing around, his movements becoming fervent.

Selena was delicate. Tears streamed down her face, but he kissed those salty tears away without a trace of disdain. Only in these moments did she glimpse a flicker of tenderness in his eyes, a tenderness she once mistook for love...

She had no idea how long it lasted, but finally, peace settled in as her gaze drifted away.

He moved aside, lying next to her, his hand still resting possessively on her waist, absentmindedly caressing her.

Selena was too drained to do anything but accept it, though she stubbornly turned her back on him, showing her discontent.

She'd only agreed to help him with the drug's effects, but this shameless man had taken it further.

In moments like these, Everett was more than willing to indulge her little displays of pride. He often wondered why her usual compliance bored him, sometimes even irritated Kim, but he enjoyed their sex life

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Beyond her looks and height, her fiery spirit captivated him. When pushed, she'd lash out like a wildcat.

It was this very defiance that tugged

at something deep within him.

Perhaps, all men were the same, presenting a polished front while

harboring secret, unspoken desires.