CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Chapter 95 Rekindled love

Serena’s POV

The moment I left the terrace and caught sight of Ryan, a surge of irritation coursed through me.

How could Ryan be so blind? The moment I left his side, Sophie had managed to get her claws into him again. Did he really not see what kind of manipulative snake she truly was?

I tried to pull away from Ryan’s grasp, but he clung to me like an octopus, refusing to let go.

His hands were everywhere - my waist, my shoulders, my hair. The scent of alcohol mixed with his cologne filled my nostrils.

"Let me go, Ryan," I hissed, struggling against his iron grip.

"Never," he growled against my ear, his hot breath sending unwelcome shivers down my spine. "I’m never letting you out of my sight again."

Simon approached us cautiously. "Mr. Blackwood, is everything alright?"

I shot the assistant a desperate look. "Simon, get the car ready. Now."

Simon’s eyes darted between us, taking in Ryan’s flushed face and dilated pupils. Understanding dawned in his expression. "Right away, Mrs. Blackwood."

The moment we were in the backseat of the car, Ryan’s restraint snapped. His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry and desperate. I gasped at the sudden assault, startled by the intensity of his need.

"Ryan..." I tried to protest between kisses, but his hands were everywhere – cupping my face, sliding down my neck, gripping my hips.

His kisses moved to my neck, teeth grazing my sensitive skin. "Need you," he growled. "Fuck, I need you so bad."

I felt myself responding despite my anger, my body betraying my mind as heat pooled between my thighs. His hand slipped under my blouse, palm burning against my skin.

Only when he began fumbling with the zipper of my skirt did my senses return.

"The baby!" I gasped, pushing against his chest. "Ryan, stop—we’ll hurt the baby."

He froze immediately, chest heaving with labored breaths. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with desire and whatever drug Sophie had slipped him.

"Shit," he muttered, running a trembling hand through his hair. "I’m sorry."

I watched him struggle for control, his jaw clenched tight, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Despite my anger, my heart softened at his obvious discomfort.

To my surprise, Ryan pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Who are you calling?" I asked, straightening my dress.

He ignored me, waiting for the call to connect. "Dr. Reynolds? Yes, it’s Ryan Blackwood. I have a question about pregnancy..." He glanced at me, a dark hunger still evident in his eyes. "Is it safe to have intercourse during the second trimester?"

My face flamed hot with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe he was actually asking our doctor about this right now!

I could hear Dr. Reynolds’s clinical voice through the phone, explaining that sex during pregnancy was perfectly safe, especially now that I was past the first trimester. As long as we were gentle and avoided putting pressure directly on my abdomen, there would be no risk to the baby.

Ryan thanked him and ended the call, a triumphant look on his face. I wanted to melt into the leather seats from mortification.

"Ryan," I whimpered, my body trembling under his skilled touch.

"I’ve got you, sweetheart," he murmured against my skin.

He positioned me carefully on his lap, facing away from him so my belly wouldn’t be compressed. The new angle sent him deeper than ever before as I sank down onto his length.

"Fuck," he hissed, his hands gripping my hips. "You feel divine around me."

We moved together slowly, his chest pressed against my back, his lips trailing kisses along my shoulder. One hand splayed protectively across my belly while the other circled the bundle of nerves between my thighs.

"That’s it, baby," he encouraged as I rode him with increasing urgency. "Take what you need from me."

My climax built rapidly, coiling tighter with each careful thrust. When it finally crashed over me, I cried out his name, my body clenching around him.

Ryan followed shortly after, his release triggering another wave of pleasure through my oversensitive body. He held me close as we both came down from our high, his hands still caressing my belly.

"I’m sorry," he whispered against my hair. "For everything with Sophie. I should have been more careful."

I sighed, post-coital bliss making it difficult to maintain my anger. "You need to be smarter, Ryan. She’ll always try to come between us."

He nodded, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Never again. I promise."

As Simon drove us home in discreet silence, I wondered if Ryan would finally see Sophie for who she truly was—a threat that needed to be eliminated completely from our lives.