All Chapters of Ruthless Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

KARINAThe first traitorous tears spilled over my lashes. He had slipped through my grasp yet again, just like all the other times before. No matter what I did, what lengths I went to, Jason always managed to deny me in the end. To deny us.I was so sick of being rejected, of being seen as less-than by him.My gaze landed on the blinking red recording light of the hidden camera I had carefully set up in the far corner of the room, and a slow, bitter smile curved my lips.Crossing over to the discreet device, I cradled it in my hands like a precious object as I replayed the footage from earlier - the heated, passionate kiss, the brief yet unmistakable moment where Jason had responded to me with eager need. His hands pulled me flush against him as he lost himself to the desire before that damnable drug haze lifted enough for him to come back to his senses and recoil from me in horror.I had it all right here. The proof that, despite his outward protests and rejections, some deep part of

MAISIEJason’s kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw and consuming, full of frustration and something far more dangerous. It was as if he wanted to leave a mark deeper than skin, carving his name into my very soul so I’d never be able to forget him.My hands curled into his shirt on instinct… a desperate attempt to find something solid as the heat of his body surrounded me. But grounding myself was impossible.Jason finally pulled back when I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. His breathing was ragged and hot against my face as he pressed his forehead to mine. His eyes… they were intense, wild, and unrelenting—locked with mine, making my stomach twist in fear and something else I didn’t dare name.“Why don’t you tell me to stop, Maisie?” His low and rough voice vibrated through me. His thumb brushed my lower lip, swollen and tender from his kiss. “Why don’t you push me away? You want this as much as I do.”“I don’t—” The words faltered as they left my lips, weak and unc

MAISIEJason suddenly pulled out and flipped me over before I even had time to register what was happening.His hands firmly gripped my hips while the tip of his erection teased my entrance before entering me again from behind with a deep stroke.My moans grew louder.My body responded involuntarily with shivers as Jason filled me completely once more. He withdrew slowly, letting me feel every inch of him before pushing back in with a powerful thrust.I arched my back, spreading my legs wider to accommodate his girth.My fingers dug into his flesh, tearing at him without mercy as I braced for each of his forceful thrusts that jerked both my body and the car violently.The air was filled with the wet sounds of our lovemaking and our panting breaths. Jason's hand reached around to find my clit, expertly rubbing circles around it while his other hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and roughly tugged as he continued his thrusts. The new sensation sent me over the edge with a cry and my in

JASONJason didn't remember much of the rest of that night after leaving Maisie's house. It passed in a blur of whiskey burning its way down his throat in an effort to numb the gut-wrenching ache in his chest.He drank until the bottles ran dry, until his vision swam and the memory of her anguished screams faded to a dull ringing in his ears.When he finally resurfaced sometime after the sun had climbed high in the sky, he was splayed shirtless across his bed, reeking of stale booze and something else...something that made his stomach twist violently.Shoving himself into a sitting position, Jason squeezed his eyes shut as the room spun violently.That's when he caught sight of his hands… of his fingernails still caked with reddish-brown stains that could only be one thing - Maisie's blood.The realization slammed into him like a freight train, bringing with it the memories he'd been trying so hard to drown.Her naked body trembling in the bath… The way she'd looked at him with such d

MAISIEDame’s blunt words were admittedly almost admirable in their resolute boldness. Almost."Don't you think life and relationships are a bit more complicated than just...taking whatever you want, though?" I asked, unable to hide the skepticism in my tone. "It's not exactly that simple, is it?""What do you mean?" she countered, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge for me to elaborate."I mean...do you really think life is just like a cake where everyone gets their own personal slice if they simply wait around long enough for their turn?"She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Not exactly, no. But I do happen to believe that people ultimately get what they deserve in this life, one way or another."Her flippant words stung, though I couldn't quite put my finger on why precisely they landed so sharply. Perhaps it was because I had once arrogantly thought along those same naive lines when I was younger and more idealistic.I had truly believed in fairytales back then - that people's