My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 299

“I accepted it,” she said quickly. “I’m ready to get married. I won’t fight it anymore. Just… please don’t ruin John.”

His eyes darkened instantly.

“He’s just my friend,” she rushed on, fear slipping into her voice. “Nothing more. Please.”

The change in him was immediate.

His handsome face hardened, every line sharp and cold. The warmth she had glimpsed earlier vanished, replaced by something stern and unreadable.

He didn’t like this. Not at all.

His grip on her jaw tightened suddenly, enough to make her wince. Pain flashed through her face, sharp and brief.

“Jabco,” she gasped, trying to turn away.

But how could she fight his strength?

She tried to pull back, but his hold didn’t loosen. Her heart raced, fear finally pushing past confusion and desire.

Anger burned in his eyes, fierce and contained. It was like watching fire trapped behind glass. You couldn’t feel the heat yet, but you knew it was there.

Then, slowly, he released his grip.

Riyana sucked in a breath, her skin still aching.

What shocked her most was his voice.

It softened.

Too much.

He leaned closer, his face near hers, his tone slow and controlled. “Tomorrow,” he said calmly, “we’ll go and register our marriage. Is that okay?”

It sounded like a question.

But it wasn’t.

She knew that.

This was his final decision. There was no room left for argument, no escape hidden in his words.

She closed her eyes for a second.

John’s face flashed in her mind. His company. His trust. The damage that might already be done.

If I don’t agree now, she thought, I don’t know what he’ll lose.

She nodded.

Jabco straightened, standing up as if nothing had just happened. He pulled his phone from his pocket, his movements calm, practiced.

He dialed a number.

“Stop it,” he said into the phone. “Get back. Return everything.”

Only a few words.

Then he ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. It bounced once and landed near her hand.

He leaned down again, his face close to hers, and pressed a brief kiss to her lips.

“Beg,” he commanded, his tongue flicking over her clit, slow and deliberate. Riyana’s head fell back, her body arching as she moaned, her pride shattering under his touch.

she panted, her fingers tangling in his hair. He chuckled darkly, his fingers sliding into her dripping pussy, stretching her, teasing her.

“Now look at you so disperate,” he growled, bring his lips to her abruptly, his trousers already undone.

He gripped her hips, lifting her onto him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust into her, his thick cock filling her completely. Riyana cried out, her nails digging into his back as he pinned her on the bed, pounding into her relentlessly.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, his voice raw with need.

“Say it.” Riyana’s eyes met his, her breath ragge.

He groaned, his thrusts becoming frantic, his control slipping. Her pussy clenched around him, milking him, driving him closer to the edge.

his eyes darkening with a hunger she didn’t understand. He liked her like this, submissive, frantic, begging for his approval. Her usual fierceness crumbled, replaced by raw vulnerability, and it fueled his desire.

“Cum for me,” he demanded, his lips bruising hers again.

She tasted his dominance, his need, and her breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, claiming her again and again restlessly.

Riyana’s body tightened, her orgasm ripping through her, her screams muffled by his kiss. Jabco followed, his cock pulsing deep inside her, his growl vibrating against her skin.

As their breaths slowed, Jabco held her tightly, his lips pressing to her forehead.

“This isn’t over,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. Riyana’s eyes fluttered open, her heart pounding as she realized the power he held over her body, her pride, her future. The air between them crackled with unspoken questions, unmade decisions.

Riyana lay there, her heart heavy, knowing that this moment had changed everything.

And not for the better.