Chased by my Ex Husband novel Chapter 28

Grace

“ I will help you. ” I hear his voice, so close to my lips.

“ Tristin. ” I whimper, my lips pressing to his neck again.

I am so aroused and needy that I feel like I will lose my mind if I don’t do something about it.

My mind is in a haze, completely disconnected with reality.

My fingers weave in his hair, scratching his scalp while my lips trail a path down his skin, roaming every inch of him that I can find.

“ Grace. ” He calls me out. “ You will regret this. I am not Ethan. I am Tristin. ”

His voice hits a cord deep inside me, making a full body shudder roll over me.

“ I-I know. ” But I can’t stop.

His warm breaths hit my ear, pushing me over the edge of control. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to stop.

This is wrong. So wrong Grace.

The ache turns into a pain so strong that it makes me struggle in his arms. I can sense him moving quickly while he talks to Luca.

“ Take these men. And let them know what happens when they touch a woman without her consent. ” His voice is low, and threatening.

“ Yes, Boss. ”

“ Call the doctor to the private room. I need him here as soon as possible! ” Tristin hisses, walking faster as I whimper again.

I can not handle this. My peaked nipples are scrapping against my bra while wetness pools in my panties. I am so damp that he can slide inside me with ease if he tries it right here and right now.

NO. I shake my head. How can I even think about it?!

“ Just hold on, Little Butterfly. Just a little longer. ” He whispers soothingly as my back lowers to a hot mattress.

I shake my head from side to side, my hands clenching the sheets under me.

“ It’s—It’s too hot, Tristin. So—So hot! ” I cry out, my back arching off the bed.

His fingers brush over my forehead, sliding my sweaty hair away. “ You will be fine. It’s temporary. ”

I grab onto his wrist and struggle to bring his hand to my chest, or between my legs. I need him there, anything will do. Just a little touch.

He grips my hand, and frees himself. “ I won’t touch you. Even if you writhe and beg, I won’t touch you.”

My heart sinks. Embarrassment clings to my skin, in form of a blush. How can I stoop so low?

“ Tristin.” I whisper his name the next moment, the shame accompanying the need for his touch. “ Pl—Please. I—I will do anything you want. Please—Please do something. Touch me. Please touch me. ”

“ The doctor is coming.” His hand grips my wrists and pin my hands above my head to stop me from reaching out to him.

“ I—I need you.” I plead, tears clinging to my lashes.

Reluctantly, I open my eyes and see his face hovering just above mine. His eyes are dark, holding conflicting emotions. It’s like he is doing everything in his power to restrain himself.

“ P—Please, just once. ” Tears roll down my cheeks, disappearing into my hair.