Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 410

The emotional shock had been too much—Mila was utterly spent.

She drifted in and out of sleep, barely awake before exhaustion pulled her under again. The next time she came to, she found herself tangled in Lysander’s arms. Her bare back pressed against his chest, scorching hot, and her legs were trapped between his. She could even feel his arousal, hard and insistent.

Anger flared, hot and sharp.

This bastard!

Remembering all the suffering she’d endured because of him, resentment welled up in her chest. Without thinking, she sank her teeth into his hand, which rested heavily near her collarbone.

He hissed quietly—clearly awake.

She bit harder, tasting blood, but Lysander didn’t loosen his hold. If anything, he only pulled her closer, his body growing even hotter. His lips brushed her ear, voice low and rough.

“Darling, don’t move.”

“If you keep this up, you’ll have to take responsibility.”

Pervert!

Mila didn’t anger easily, but every time she saw him, she was filled with a fury she couldn’t suppress. And he was impossible—always unreasonable, always pushing. Afraid he’d actually lose control, she reluctantly unclenched her jaw.

“Are you going to let go or not?”

Lysander’s laugh was dark and husky. “Honestly, you could bite me a little longer if you want. I like it when you… bite me.”

He whispered the last two words directly into her ear, his tone thick and suggestive. Then he traced the edge of her ear with his tongue, warm and damp, sending an involuntary shiver through her body. The meaning was all too clear.

She’d had enough.

Mila tried to wriggle free, but Lysander pinned her firmly to the bed, both her wrists and legs trapped.

“Darling,” he said, frowning, “You’re still hurt. Don’t make things worse.”

She struggled a few more times in vain, then gritted her teeth. “Get off me, and I’ll be just fine!”

“But I’m already up.”

Desire was burning between them, and with Mila so close, Lysander wasn’t about to let this go. His voice dropped, rough with need. “If I can’t have you, at least help me out here.”

She shot him a murderous glare. “If you’re desperate, just say so.”

He laughed, pressing his forehead to hers. “Then kiss me. Or we could do more. Darling, I’ve been holding back for so long.”

Mila clenched her jaw.

She stared him down, then said each word with deliberate clarity, “Lysander, move. I need to call my aunt.”

The word “aunt” hung in the air, and the heat between them vanished. Lysander’s playful expression faded, replaced by something harder and colder. The tension in the room thickened, leaving no trace of intimacy.

For a long moment, no one spoke.