Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 8

BLAIRE

“Put me down, Sebastian!” I yelled at him once again while he continued. to proceed to the room that

we used to share.

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he replied before throwing himself to the soft bed without a warning.

“You, brute!” I yelled at him in anger. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked as I quickly got up from

the bed.

“What’s wrong with having my wife share a room with me? We used to do that, didn’t we?”

“Like you said, “used to,” I said, emphasizing each word to make a point. “We’re divorced. I don’t think

sharing a room with my ex-husband was a good idea.”

“Why?” he smirked. “Are you afraid of what might happen when you share a bed with me? Afraid to

admit that behind this grand facade that you

hate,

you might succumb to your desire to sleep with me?” he said, taunting me.

“Dream on, Sebastian. I have no more feelings for you. I throw it all away the moment you choose to

sleep with my sister,” I said, pouring every ounce of anger I have kept inside my heart. I left without

giving him at chance to explain. But I certainly believe that it wouldn’t be necessary. I’ve seen it with my

own eyes; there’s no explanation needed.

“That was ages ago! You do realize that she was my girlfriend before we got married. Do you think

we’re just playing rock, paper, scissors throughout our relationship?” He said this while frowning, as if

what I said was a big mystery to him.

“Don’t play dumb, Sebastian. We both know that you jump off the bed with her the moment you know

she’s back. Stop acting as if you’re innocent. Marrying you was the biggest mistake I have made in my

entire life. I’m regretting every minute of it!” I hadn’t noticed that I said those words in one breath. After

saying all of that, I was already catching my

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breath.

“Are you done?” He said it as if what I said didn’t make sense to him.

“Yes, I’m done. And I’m leaving.” I said before turning my back on him. It didn’t take me a few steps

before he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. I was so surprised that I felt numb when my

b*dy smashed against his well-toned b*dy. He didn’t give me a chance to compose myself. He grabbed

my nape without a warning, and before I knew it, I found my lips. pressed against his.

He was holding my nape tightly, not giving me any chance to escape. I leaned my hand against his

chiseled chest and pushed him as hard as I could. But as his lips keep invading my mouth, my strength

slowly escapes my b*dy. I cursed when I found myself moaning the moment he slid his tongue inside

my mouth. The warmth of his k*sses ignites the desire hidden beneath my soul. His k*sses remind me

of what we used to share in this same room, especially when he k*sses me with the same ferocity as

he did before. It was as if not a year had passed. I can still remember the feeling that he gives me

whenever he imprisons me in his arms.

As our k*sses deepened, his hand started to roam around my b*dy. As his other hand was still holding

my nape tightly, his other hand started to move down my neck to the valley of my breast. The warmth

of his touch was seeping through the thin fabric of my nightgown. It was more than enough to send

shivers down my spine and set my b*dy on fire.

I gasped for air when he gently pinched the tip of my breast. He immediately took that chance to fully

claim my lips and k*ss me more passionately.

Before I knew it, I found myself returning his k*sses. Moving along with every movement of his sweet

and luscious lips. Sipping, licking, and svcking each other’s tongues as if we’ve been hungry for a very

long time.

My mind was hasty, and I wasn’t thinking properly at this moment. All my rationale has already jumped

out the window. The only thing that’s going on in my head right now is how I will satisfy the hunger

that’s engulfing my b*dy. I want more. I want to k*ss him more. I want him to touch me more. But I

couldn’t voice out any of it since his mouth remained pressed

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against mine the whole time. But despite my poor judgment, there’s still a little sanity in my system.

“S-Sebastian, we should stop…” I said this in between our k*sses.

“Yes, we should,” he answered as he was trying to catch his breath. Though he didn’t make an effort to

do what he’s doing, Instead, his hand that was on top of my right breast slowly traveled down to my

belly, and he didn’t stop there.

“S-Sebastian…no….” I tried to stop him, but my words weren’t enough to stop his urge to touch my

most intimate part. “Aaaahhhh!” I moaned with pleasure when he finally found the treasure in between

my legs.

“No?” he said with a playful smirk on his face. “But you’re so wet down here,” he added before brushing

his finger against my entrance.

I groaned in frustration. I wanted him to put it inside already, but instead, he continued to taunt my

entrance. With every touch of his finger against my drench pvssy, it increases my need to feel more

and to want more.

I clenched his collar when he started to play with my neck. “Fck…aaaahhh…” I moaned against his lips

as my b*dy craved more.

We were in the middle of a heated moment when I heard a knock from the door. Somehow, it brought

me back to my senses. The desire within my b*dy started to wear off. Especially when I heard who it

was th on the other side of the door.

“Sebastian?” I heard what Catherine said.

“Sebastian, stop,” I told him as I tried to move my lips away from his. “Someone at the door,” I added

while trying to push him as hard as I could. His hand remained inside my wet pants, and he didn’t show

any sign of stopping.

“I don’t care. Let her be,” he replied before trying to claim my lips once. again.

I gathered all the strength that I have in my b*dy and pushed myself so hard until I finally succeeded.

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“Fck!” he cursed as he brushed his finger across the strand of his hair. “Stay here. We’re not done yet,”

he said while looking intently into my eyes.

I opened my mouth to disagree, but it was too late since he didn’t waste any moment before he

proceeded to open the door.

“What is it. Catherine?” he asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

“Did I disturb? I’m sorry,” she said, acting like a lost puppy with her doll eyes and pouted lips.

I can’t help but admire what a good actress she was. If I didn’t know any better, I would certainly

believe her act.

Sebastian took a loud breath before he answered. “No, you didn’t. What is it?” he asked once again.

“Are you busy? Can I talk to you for a moment? I can’t sleep. I think I’m still traumatized by what

happened this afternoon,” she explained.

I raised my eyebrow in disbelief. Don’t tell me Sebastian will fall for this st upid act. But G od really has

a way to surprise me. My jaw dropped when I heard what he said next.

“You want me to make you some tea? It will help you calm your nerves and fall asleep faster,” he

suggested.

“That would be great. I know this is too much to ask, but could you please. stay with me until I fall

asleep? You know you’re the only one I can count on. I could ask Blaire to accompany me, but I know

how much she hates. me, which I don’t really understand why,” she replied.

My eyes widen in surprise. I hissed, “You’ve got to be kidding me. Do you actually believe this woman?

If I hadn’t known better, I would say that she paid those men to attack our house just so she could

squeeze herself into your house.”

“Blaire, that’s enough!” Sebastian, though cold and indifferent throughout our marriage, never dared to

raise his voice at me. But as they say, there’s always a first time for everything. “You’ve been gone for

so long. You have no idea what Catherine has gone through while you’re busy with your life.

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The least you could do is be considerate,” he fumed before walking out of

the room.

As I stood alone in our bedroom, a whirlwind of emotions and memories. engulfed me, leaving me

utterly dumbfounded. It was as if time had. folded in on itself, bringing back the vivid and intense

feelings I had experienced the day I saw him walk into Catherine’s hotel room. The pain, the shock,

and the profound sense of betrayal all rushed back, hitting me like a tidal wave.

The room that had once been a sanctuary for our love now felt like a cage of haunting memories. Every

corner and every piece of furniture seemed to echo with the past, and I couldn’t escape the rush of

emotions that washed over me.

The moment he stepped into that hotel room with Catherine, my world shattered. It was a sight I never

thought I would witness-a scene that left an indelible mark on my heart. The pain of that memory-the

image of him with another woman-was etched deep into my soul. The pain was like a relentless ache in

my chest. It was a wound that no amount of time could heal, a scar that would forever mark my soul.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt the same betrayal that I’ve felt before. I wanted to scold myself for

letting my weakness get a hold of me. I let him. touch me again, and what’s worse, I enjoyed it.

“It will never happen again,” I told myself, as if I were trying to convi myself that I’d have the strength to

resist his touch.

I gathered some pillows and blankets before heading towards the walk- closet. I’d rather sleep here

than share a bed with him. After settling in, I locked myself inside so I could finally rest for the night.