After Divorce, My General Husband Chasing Me Back novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Screw You Up 

Caroline writhed on the bed, her legs restless and fidgeting. Suddenly, she felt Zachary’s hand slam down on her. 

“Ah!” 

A jolt of unexpected excitement shot through her, a tingling sensation that made her head spin. It was as if her mind was short–circuiting, overwhelmed with a thrilling sense of danger. 

“Look at you now, all desperate. Is this what you wanted? Just waiting for me fuck you up, huh?” Zachary said, seeing the pleasure written all over Caroline’s face, and slapped her again hardly. 

On this night, Caroline didn’t know if it was fueled by alcohol and drugs or that long–forgotten emptiness in her heart that really made her as cheap as she wanted to be. 

After four years of being by Frederick’s side, she’d gotten nowhere. 

Even when she’d made the first move, he hadn’t shown a flicker of interest. 

But now, overwhelmed by the sensations of the moment – the pleasure, the pain, the release… Caroline lost herself completely. 

She knelt on the bed, head thrown back, hips raised, hands 

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pressed against her stomach, rocking back into Zachary’s thrusts. 

“Yes, Daddy! Oh god, yes! That’s it. It’s never been like this! Please!” Her voice caught in her throat. 

“Please fuck me every day! 

“I’m so slutty, so wet! Do you like it, Daddy?” 

A stream of vile, ugly words poured out of Caroline’s mouth. 

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She had no idea how long she’d been at it, how many times she’d lashed out, but eventually, her body just gave up, and she 

blacked out. 

When she finally woke up, sunlight was streaming through the window. 

Caroline opened her eyes, the chaotic memories of the previous night flooding her mind. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was lying naked in a hotel room, surrounded by the remnants of her outfit… 

There was a crumpled pencil skirt, a discarded white blouse, ripped stockings, and a very telling pair of panties… 

It just didn’t seem real. Last night felt like a twisted, horrible dream. 

Caroline froze her mind in a whirlwind of panic. Then, as the reality of it hit her, she let out a wild scream, burying her hands 

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in her hair and tugging at it as tears streamed down her face. 

Her gaze fell on the white sheets, where a glaring streak of crimson marked the bed–a harsh reminder of what had happened. 

But it was too late. What was done was done. And now, what could she possibly do? 

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As Caroline sobbed uncontrollably, the door suddenly swung open. Startled, Caroline scrambled to grab her clothes from the floor, hastily pulling them on. 

“Oh, you’re awake now, huh? Little slut,” a voice called out from the doorway. 

Zachary strolled in with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Seeing Caroline’s frantic attempt to cover herself, he let out a cold chuckle. “Last night, you were practically begging for more, screaming ‘Daddy’ over and over. What’s the point of covering up now?” 

He scoffed, “Stop acting high and mighty at this point, you slut. This is what I hate the most, you know that?” 

Walking over, Zachary roughly grabbed Caroline’s chin before she could get on her clothes. 

“You! You drugged me!” 

Caroline accused, clutching herself protectively as 

understanding dawned on her face. 

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“Yes, I did. So what? Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself,” Zachary sneered. He stepped closer, forcing Caroline back against the bed. 

Zachary stepped onto the bed with his shoes still on, pinning Caroline down as his hand slid provocatively beneath her. 

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“Look at you. You already get wet from just a touch. Still trying to play innocent? Hah! Let me tell you something! I’m sleeping with you because you’re still worthy.” 

He sneered, spitting in her direction before releasing her. Pulling out his phone, he tapped the screen and shoved it in her face, playing a video from the night before. 

“This… This…!” Caroline stammered, her voice rising into a panicked wail. “What do you want from me?!”