Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Blake’s POV:

1 leaned back against the plush outdoor sofa, watching Anna straddle my waist. Her silk blouse hung open from my earlier impatience, barely clinging to her shoulders.

The sight of her made my throat tighten with desire, but I deliberately held back, savoring this sweet torture.

Moonlight bathed her hair in silver. My hands instinctively moved to her slender waist, fingertips finding bare skin beneath her blouse.

She was more captivating than any expensive artwork in my collection.

I admired the elegant line of her neck, her completely exposed collarbone, and the curves of her body visible through her thin skirt in the moonlight.

Our eyes met, and she asked directly, “You want me again?” Her voice carried a teasing note.

My heartbeat quickened. “Mmm…” I heard myself admit, then added, Always.” The honesty in my voice surprised me.

I wrapped one arm around her slim waist, feeling her warm skin, while my other hand slid into her hair.

Suddenly, I pulled her roughly toward me, biting her lower lip, satisfied when her breathing instantly became uneven.

I deepened the kiss, my tongue tracing her lips as my fingers slid from her bare back to her front, my thumb grazing the edge of her ribs, feeling her shiver.

Fuck. This felt nothing like our marriage of the past four years. I’d been so cold to her then, but now I couldn’t get enough.

My hand found the slit in her gauzy skirt, fingertips touching the soft skin of her inner thigh, making her tremble.

I suddenly realized my obsession with Anna went far beyond what I’d expected, a realization both surprising and unsettling.

I stopped abruptly, pulling my hands from her body and leaning back against the sofa with feigned casualness.

Looking directly into her eyes, I asked, “Do you want me?” My voice low and magnetic.

I watched the mix of confusion and desire flash in her amber eyes, enjoying how transparent her emotions were to me,

Anna’s throat bobbed, but she remained silent. Her resistance only excited me more.

Pretending her silence didn’t affect me, I gestured toward the sky. “Look, the moon is so full tonight. It’s laying a silver path across the ocean.” But inside, I was desperately waiting for her reaction.

Anna surprised me by running her hand over my half–open shirt, touching my chest. “This right here, prettier than the moon,” she said, dragging her nail across my chest, leaving a faint red mark.

An electric current of pleasure shot through my body. I inhaled sharply, trying to control my reaction as I caught her wandering

hand.

“Tell me, Anna, do you want me?” I asked again, my tone firm but with an underlying vulnerability I couldn’t hide.

I found myself caring about her answer more than I should, a realization that sparked panic within me.

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Chapter 82

My mind flashed back to when I first saw Anna four years ago at a charity gala.

Already heir to the Wright Group, I found myself noticing her not it for her looks, but for how animated the became when talking about ocean conservatio. Something genuine in her passion for marine life caught my attention.

Her smile had brightened the entire charity gala, and I, typically composed in any business situation, found myself momentarily at a loss for words.

Then my father William proposed the strategic alliance with the Anderson family.

Looking back at how distant I’d been during our four years of marriage, a slight regret surfaced. She would have made a fine partner in more than name, had I given her the chance.

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She certainly fit the profile of what a Wright wife should be intelligent, elegant, capable of managing both social obligations and family matters.

Recently, I’d caught a glimpse of Anna’s focused expression while working, and realized how little Lactually knew my wife.

Back in the present, I felt Anna lying on top of me, her hands exploring the muscles sculpted by my flight training.

Finally, she whispered, “I do.” Those simple words made my blood boil.

My breathing grew heavy as I watched her warm skin in the moonlight, feeling a possessiveness I’d never experienced before. I stared at her closed eyes, her lashes fluttering as she waited for my next move. Her trust both thrilled and terrified me.

I suddenly gripped the back of her neck, lifting her off me. I sat up straight and pushed her to the other side of the terrace.

Anna stood barefoot on the terrace tiles, her expression both hurt and expectant. The contradiction made it harder for me to maintain control.

I felt my eyes burning with desire as tension and sweetness filled the air between us. I was shocked by how intensely I wanted her, almost losing my typical self–restraint.

I stared at her and demanded, “I want you to… undress yourself for me.” My voice was hoarse.

“Let the moonlight kiss every inch of you,” I explained. “Last time in the bedroom was too dark. I couldn’t see you properly.”

I completely removed my already disheveled shirt, tossing it aside to reveal my upper body, toned from years of flying. I enjoyed watching Anna nervously swallow, and couldn’t help but laugh softly

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