Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

The more Selena thought about it, the more terrified she became, blurting out, "Don't you dare!"

But Everett was never one to back down. He gently but firmly held the back of her head, kissing her with undeniable force. Selena twisted her neck, trying to avoid him, but he was relentless, like a shadow she couldn't shake off.

He pried her lips apart, his tongue mingling with hers, demanding a response. Frustrated, Selena bit down hard.

The metallic taste of blood spread between them, causing Everett to pause momentarily before letting out a chuckle. That laugh was full of a wild, untamed energy, as if it had awakened something primal inside him.

"Mrs. Bennett, if you like it rough, I can do that too," he teased.

With those words, he scooped her up effortlessly and carried her to the edge of the large bed, tossing her onto the soft mattress.

Her dark hair fanned out across the satin sheets, and the contrast with the dark bedding made her creamy skin appear even more enchanting. Despite being a mother, her face retained a youthful beauty, now enhanced with a mature allure that was utterly captivating. Selena was clueless about what was running through Everett's mind; all she could think about was escaping and her firm resolve not to get pregnant again.

The instant her back hit the bed, she sat up swiftly, ready to make a run for it, but before she could, Everett caught her delicate ankle. With a gentle tug, she was pulled back.

He loomed over her, pinning her hands beside her face as he kissed her, his voice gentle but persuasive, "Mrs. Bennett, just relax, and I'll take it easy, okay?"

His tone was sweet, his words soft, yet his actions were anything but. He was assertive and teasing, trying to ignite a spark of desire in her.

Selena was having none of it, constantly trying to push him away, grabbing or biting him in defiance.

At first, Everett found her resistance playful, but after a while, even he began to show signs of impatience, a hint of red showing at the corners of his eyes.

He nibbled at her ear, his voice taking on a slightly menacing edge, "You little temptress!"

It had been a while since they had been together, and Everett had wanted to be gentle. He knew she could be quite sensitive, not used to it after some time. He wanted both

of them to enjoy the 220

But she was being stubborn.

It seemed extreme times called for extreme measures.

Suddenly, Everett released Selena and stood up.

Selena lay on the bed, gasping for breath, thinking maybe he had finally lost interest and would let her go.

But before she could fully relax, he leaned down again and lifted her, heading towards the bathroom.

He placed her under the shower and turned on the faucet, the hot water instantly soaking them both.

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

Her towel was already discarded on the floor. She was pinned between his warm chest and the cold wall, with hot water cascading down on her, making her uncomfortable.

Everett's fingers gently tucked her wet hair behind her ear, his dark eyes filled with an intense depth.

"Mrs. Bennett, I'm just... making love," he said softly.

As he spoke, his hands tightened around her waist...

The sudden closeness made Selena's eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat.