After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"Mmph!"

Jolie struggled fiercely, but she was no match for Gavin's strength. With ease, he bound her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, leaving her utterly defenseless. She could do nothing but endure his unrelenting kiss and the way he invaded her space. She pressed her lips tightly together, refusing to let him deepen the kiss.

Gavin, however, was in no hurry. He kissed the tip of her nose, then the corners of her mouth, his lips trailing leisurely across her cheeks and down to her neck, lingering in every sensitive spot.

His breath, hot and intoxicating, brushed against her skin, igniting her nerves and eroding her composure. It was as if he were a patient hunter, skillfully luring his prey to surrender, to show its most vulnerable side and allow him to claim it completely.

Jolie could barely withstand his calculated tenderness. It left her with an inexplicable sensation-a fleeting illusion that he was cherishing her, treasuring her.

No! That was a lie!

Snapping herself out of it, she opened her eyes and looked at the man kissing her with his eyes closed.

As his lips brushed against her shoulder, she finally found her voice. "Gavin, what are you thinking?"

From the beginning, he had always seen right through her, yet she had never truly understood him.

She had once thought he was interested in Selena, but since that Cooper family banquet, he hadn't shown Selena any particular attention.

If he didn't like Selena, could it be that he liked her?

What would he even like about her?

Her youthful, beautiful body, perhaps? That seemed plausible. After all, in bed, he had always been relentless, even showing a rare obsession that was entirely absent from his usual demeanor.

Gavin's lips pressed firmly against her shoulder, leaving behind a faint mark. He straightened slightly, his eyes flashing with satisfaction as he noticed the mark on her pale skin.

"You don't know what I'm thinking by now?" he said, his voice low and teasing.

As he spoke, his free hand moved to his shirt.

Slowly, deliberately, he began unbuttoning it, one button at a time. From her position, Jolie had a clear view of his chiseled chest and the defined contours of his muscles, revealing themselves bit by bit with

each movement.

Gavin knelt on one knee at the edge of the couch, positioned closely between her legs. The proximity left Jolie with an uncomfortably clear view of his defined abs, each sculpted muscle tempting her hand to reach out. She shifted her bound wrists, her face flushing as she murmured, "Let me go."

"No," Gavin replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He seemed intent on carrying out his so-called "punishment."This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Jolie bit her lip in frustration.

Suddenly, his hand tilted her chin upward, and his breath washed over her again as he pressed against her, his body molding softly but firmly against hers. His kisses resumed, tender yet relentless, wrapping her in an intimacy that left her both

breathless and trapped.

Her limbs ached from the awkward position, bound and unable to move freely. Her discomfort mounted, both physically and mentally. Was this what he meant by punishment? If so, it was unbearable. Then, there was a knock at the door.

Jolie tensed up instantly, her entire body stiffening. Gavin's expression darkened as the veins at his temple throbbed in annoyance. His grip on her waist tightened. "You planned this, didn't you?" he asked, his voice low and accusing.

Her breathing was uneven as she stammered, "The knock-you didn't hear it?"

"Ignore it," he replied, his tone cold and dismissive.

Jolie had no strength left to fight him. Desperation setting in, she whispered, "It must be my mom. Please, let me go..."

Gavin's eyes narrowed as he caught the pleading look in hers. She genuinely seemed on the verge of panic.

"Beg me," he said softly, his breath grazing her cheek as his lips brushed against the corner of her mouth.

"Please," Jolie blurted without hesitation, her tone soft and yielding. There was no point resisting him further in such a situation.

Her voice, already softened by exhaustion, sounded even more delicate and pleading. Combined with her lowered demeanor, it was as though she were coquettishly appealing to him.