His Hidden Family My Ruined Marriage (Liana) novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193 Late Night Sex

“And who would that be? Quentin?” Elian shot back, clearly annoyed.

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Pale moonlight streamed in from a side window, illuminating the small room.

On the narrow bed, they were tangled together, glaring at each other.

“He’d be better than you.” Liana said, the words firm despite the tightness in her chest.

Elian’s hand paused on her, then he doubled down.

Liana tightened her grip on his wrist. “Elian, you can’t force this. You-”

“Say you love me,” he demanded, not stopping.

In that moment. Liana felt utterly helpless.

Think! Think of a way to make him stop!

But before an idea came, the thin strap of her nightgown slid off her shoulder.

Think, you idiot, think! She cursed herself silently.

Elian hooked a finger under her white panties, flipped her slightly, and peeled them off.

A rush of cool air made her flush with mortification. “Elian, please don’t do this, okay?”

“Mrs. Locke,” he said, his voice low, “this is part of your harital duty to your husband.”

He undressed her quickly, and himself just as fast.

He knelt beside her, the top buttons of his pajamas already undone. He pulled the shirt over his head, and when he pressed against her back again, there were no barriers between them.

“Elian…”

“I’m here.”

He was about to enter her when she suddenly fell silent And he thought he heard a faint, choked sob.

“Does it have to be like this?”

He stopped, asking the question into the quiet. She didn’t answer.

He turned her onto her back, tilting her chin to force her to meet his gaze. “Or did you actually fall for Quentin?”

Liana remained silent, her eyes glistening as she looked at him.

“He’s that good?” Elian asked, struggling to contain the jealousy churning inside him.

He’d long suspected it; now he was almost certain.

“At least he never forces me,” Liana said suddenly, meeting his eyes.

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The words hit him like a physical blow, stealing his breath. But then his gaze dropped to their joined bodies, and a defiant, wicked glint returned to his eyes. “Well, I forcing you. So what?”

“Elian,” she said, her voice shaking as she pushed against his jaw to stop him from kissing her, “you don’t really love me, do you?”

He paused for a heartbeat, then gripped her slender leg lifting it.

“Of course not,” he said, the lie tasting bitter. “But I’m still going to plant my seed. Once you’re pregnant, I’ll divorce you. He claims he loves you, right? We’ll see if he’ll raise our son-then we’ll know if he’s real or full of crap.

When it was over, Elian cleaned her up, dressed her in her pajamas, then took his phone and a pack of cigarettes and left the ward.

He lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and made a call.

“Arrange a trip to Kaelwick for Saturday.”

When Liana woke up again, a bunch of crisp white roses sat on her nightstand-fresh and dewy.

Around five in the morning, she’d opened her eyes to find Elian asleep beside her on the small bed in the adjoining room and had slipped out to be with Theo.

Now, as she woke fully, Theo was still sleeping.

She sat up, staring at the roses for a long time.

Naturally, they were from Elian.

But why?

Because he had his fun last night?

Beast!

Thinking of last night, Liana felt a knot of anger twist tight.

He’d never rambled so much during sex before-never been this intentionally provocative.

“Ah, you’re awake, Mrs. Locke.” The nanny peeked in, keeping her voice low.

“Good morning.” Liana matched her volume.

“Mrs. Linda Locke is here,” the nanny told her.

Linda had been speaking with the doctor and entered just then. Liana quickly got out of bed. “Linda, what brings you here?”

“I came to see Theo,” Linda said softly.

Theo stirred and sat up. “Grandma. Ma’am.”

Seeing Linda walk over, Theo greeted her like a little gentleman, then dove straight into Liana’s arms.

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