Trillionaire After Divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

"I'll take the couch."I say, pointing to the cosy loveseat in his spacious room."You'll sleep on the bed.""Gladly, if you open my room, I'll sleep on the bed, or rather, if you give me an axe-""Elizabeth..."Christopher calls, so I groan and focus on something else to fuss about."I can't sleep without pyjamas, and I want to shower.""Use the clothes from my closet.""I have good ones in my room.""I'm not opening it, so get used to this.""What even is ‘this’?"I ask as I wave my hand around the room."Our new normal"At his casual answer, I rake my hair out of my face, while rushing to the hospital, I lost my hairband somewhere."You really have lost your mind."I mumble to myself, but it seems he hears me."Maybe, but Elizabeth, if you don't choose to rely on me, I'll make you."“Ahaha, you should have been a poet.”I say sarcastically to his words."If all else fails."How does this crazy bastard always have a reply?**My hand holding a towel ruffles my now damp hair as I re-

“You know, they always say ‘the worst she can say is no’, but then there is that cold answer.”Christopher says with a cold laugh.“What should I do, Elizabeth? I can’t let you go. You have to be mine. You have to fall in love with me and only me.”He says as if speaking to himself.“Wait, love?”“I was going to avoid you after we got back but when I saw you willing to drive alone agitated, I thought… ‘Ah, one of these days, I will lose her like I did Blair’, and that can’t happen, Elizabeth. I don’t want to lose you.”He says and leans back on the bed, joining me on my back. His hand falls on my waist, and he pulls me forcefully into his body.My breasts graze against his chest as his long hand cups the curve of my ass, I can feel his cock on my thighs, but as if I am the only one with perverse thoughts, he continues with his story as if my rejection never happened."Victoria toyed with Blair's emotions so much that she lost her glow. I thought divorce would be a perfect way out, but

“Of course, she didn’t; I increased the security in the room after I overheard your conversation.”Christopher says, dismissing my relief as if my concern was not warranted.“You were eavesdropping?”I ask, lowering the newspaper to my lap."Depends. Will I get into trouble if I say yes?"He asks and leans on his dressing table."Depends, is your answer, yes?"I ask, and he smiles.“That’s hot cocoa and scones. Henry is getting a bath, but he should be storming into the room soon. Would you like to shower before we move to the dining room?”“Yes, as my tea cools.”I answer and stand from the bed.Instead of walking to the bathroom, I walk towards Christopher, stand on the tips of my toes and kiss his cheek.He stiffens.I guess there is security in knowing someone likes you, I never would have done this before.“Thank you, Christopher.”I say and leave quickly before he notices my blush or asks an awkward question.**Christopher D’Amico.A smile crept up his face as he watched Elizab

"For fucks sake."I whisper the curse and pull out of his arms, only for him to tug me back.“Elizabeth!”“Is that all you can say when I’m talking to you? Christopher, I am reaching out, so please help me understand you.”His eyes seem to waver, but the rest of his body remains cold and distant.A car horn draws us out of the tense mood, and using the hand he held, he tugs me towards his car.“Hey! Christopher!”“We are causing traffic, let's go.”His hold on me tightens the more I fight him, so rather than continue, I let him tug me and literally toss me into the passenger seat.Before I can so much as get a word out on how I do not appreciate his behaviour, he slams the door in my face."That fucking psychopath."I mutter as I scratch my scalp frustratedly and throw my body in the car seat.The moment he joins me in the driver’s seat, I glare at him.“Since when do you care if there is a car hooting at us from behind?”“It’s not good to cause traffic.”?This from the same guy who

“Kidding? Afraid not, girl. That's the name on the consent form: Christopher D’Amico. Do you still want me to let you down? We need your consent to prep you.”“Oh yeah, but not my consent to kidnap me.”I ask, rolling my eyes, even though she can't see that action.“Hey, you know the play runs on thrills.”Who the hell told Christopher about the ritual? Hah! Taz must have.Ugh, this is why I never wanted to get involved with him.A claiming ritual, huh?Basically, a submissive is placed in the middle of a room in the most lewd outfit as she chooses her dom/master in front of her sex partners, and of course, there is a great deal of obscene sex involved, but if Taz had told him everything about the ritual steps, he never would have accepted.After the ritual, you aren't allowed into the club without your partner’s consent, both subs and doms.If this is how Christopher communicates after an argument, then I'll show him how I communicate, too. I don't mind never coming here if I choose