Chapter 86. Whirlpool Of Emotions

I hated that I was enjoying his lips assaulting mine. I hated that I loved the rage oozing off him as he pillaged my mouth and exercised dominance. I hated that his hands were crawling up my waist and gently squeezing my firm butt. I hated even more that I was allowing this.

I had loved him and given him everything I was worth back then, but he'd taken it for granted and made a fool out of me. He was back, begging, because his marriage with the love of his life was not going according to plan. If he had children with Mia, he would not be regretting. He would not be sending flowers. He would not have paid mind to my kids. He would have still ignored me like I didn’t exist.

“So sweet.” He groaned in my mouth. He had once said he could not resist my body. I had thought it a compliment and let it get to my head—but it wasn’t. He had just seen me as an available tool for satisfying his sexual urge, and his insatiable urge di