My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 125

The sharp ringing of the doorbell cut through the silence of the night. It didn’t just ring once, it kept going, impatient, like whoever was outside wouldn’t stop until someone answered.

Lily stirred, groggy, her head heavy from the drinks earlier. She had just managed to doze off, and now her temples pounded with frustration.

“Who the hell…?” she muttered, throwing the blanket off.

She dragged herself out of the room, rubbing her eyes, muttering under her breath. “Where is this man? Carson, are you deaf or what?”

But the house was quiet. The lights on the lower floor were dim, no sound of footsteps, no shadow moving around. Carson was nowhere. If he wasn’t answering the door, he must have gone out.

The bell kept ringing, sharp, like it was drilling straight into her skull. Lily’s irritation reached its limit. “Alright, alright!”

She pulled the door open.

The fuzziness in her head cleared instantly. Her entire body went cold.

David stood across the door, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, his jaw clenched tight. His eyes, dark and stormy, scanned the room before landing on her, his gaze piercing through the dimness. He took a step forward, his boots thudding against the floor, each step deliberate, each movement filled with unspoken intent.

Lily’s heart quickened as she watched him approach.

His eyes were burning, his jaw set like he had come to fight a war. The sight of him rooted Lily to the spot.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, voice tight.

He cut her off with a sharp gesture, his rough hands already moving before she could finish her sentence. In two long strides, he was in front of her, his presence overwhelming.

Before she could move, David’s hands shot forward. He grabbed her face, pinned her against the wall, and crushed his mouth against hers.

It happened so fast her mind couldn’t catch up. The hard wall at her back, the heat of his body pressed into her, the rough force of his lips,.it all blurred together.

Her senses snapped back a moment later. She shoved at his chest. “Stop...."

But David’s grip was firm, his fingers clamping her chin. His eyes were wild, sharp enough to cut.

“You make a fuss about wanting a divorce,” he hissed between his teeth. “You left your job, you left my house....just to wander around with different men? Lily, you’re really something else.”

David’s face closed the distance in an instant, his lips crashing against hers again. His mouth was rough, demanding, punishing. He hated how she smiled at Carson, hated how she looked at another man with softness she had never given him. He wanted to erase it, claim back what was his.

The bitter taste of tobacco and a faint trace of alcohol filled her mouth. His kiss was forceful, suffocating, not asking but taking.

Her mind spun. His hand slid beneath her clothes, calloused palm pressing against her bare waist. The touch was hot, heavy, and bold, intent clear. He was pushing further, and in her hazy state, Lily had the terrifying thought that if she didn’t stop him now, he might not stop at all.

And this was Carson’s house. What if he was still upstairs? What if he came down and saw...?

No.

Her eyes snapped shut, and with all her strength, she bit down on his lip.

David hissed, jerking back. The metallic tang of blood lingered between them. His lips hovered dangerously close, his breath ragged. Slowly, he lifted a finger to his mouth, smearing away the drop of blood, his expression hard but his smirk cold.

“You bit me?” His voice was low, dangerous.

Lily wiped her own mouth with the back of her sleeve, glaring at him with pure loathing. “What? Marina didn’t satisfy you? Now you’re desperate enough to come to me?”