When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 68

But we were on the fast track to divorce.

1 tried to push him away, but I just didn’t have the strength. Panic rising, I was on the verge of tears “N

Bryant, please, no!”

“Don’t cry… You don’t want this?” His voice was rough, his eyes a deep crimson, restraint palpable in his gaze.

“No…”

“Alright.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, veins throbbing on his forehead, breathing heavy as if he was fighting with every ounce of his being, but eventually, he let me go…

Clutching my hands together, I whispered, “So, you’ll…”

“Jane.”

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, desire unabated if anything, more intense. He pulled me into his arms, his lips brushing my ear, “Help me out, will you?” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Maybe it was the confusion clouding my mind, but I detected a plea in his voice.

My heart skipped a beat, “How can I help?”

That question, in his mind, was consent. He leaned down, his arms scooping beneath my knees, lifting me off the ground.

Instinctively, my arms wrapped around his neck, a position that screamed vulnerabilit

He took two steps towards the living room couch and sat down, my legs still wrapped around his waist.

Trying to escape the heat between us, I shifted back.

His desire-filled gaze swept down, his voice husky, “You’ve made my pants wet.”

Confused, I followed his gaze, noticing a damp patch on his black dress pants….

Embarrassment flooded me, but seeing the pleasure in his eyes sparked my irritation. “How exactly can I help you?” I asked.

Bryant leaned back, his warm, dry hands gently gripping my wrists, slowly caressing.

The next second, I heard the crisp sound of a belt buckle….

I shivered, his hand guiding mine to his dick.

“Just like this,” he murmured, voice dark and husky.

I stared at him, face aflame with shock.

Three years married, and sure, we’ve been intimate. But this was a first.

The thing under my hand felt like it could burn me alive, I wanted to let go but couldn’t.

I stuttered, “What… what if I don’t help?”

He looked down at me, “Don’t know.”

Just as I was about to suggest dropping the whole thing, he added, “Kevin said it might kill

1.

The next morning, I was rudely awakened by the cold, seeking the warmth next to me instinctively.

Just as I was about to drift back to sleep, reality hit me!

When I opened my eyes, I found Bryant’s gaze filled with tenderness.

This was not like the superficial affection we shared during our three years of sleeping in the same bed; this was different.

But even now, I couldn’t bring myself to believe it.

After all, I knew all too well how good this man was at pretending.

Bryant’s voice was soft, “Slept well?”

“Yeah.”

I responded, trying to distance myself, but the soreness in my arms made me gasp.

I didn’t even realize how long I had been at it.

At first, I was clumsy, just going back and forth

And then…

Images too explicit for words flooded my mind, and I avoided his gaze, asking, “Why are you in my bed?”

After it was all over last night, I was too exhausted and fell asleep during his attempt to clean up.

He looked serious as he replied, “After you fell asleep, you pulled me in, wouldn’t let me go.”

I wanted to argue, but had no defense, so I stayed silent and headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up.

Bryant followed, leaning against the bathroom door frame, “Are you busy this morning?”

Confused, I asked, “What’s up?”

Taking his time putting on his watch, Bryant said, “I’ll take you to the hospital for a full check-up.”