Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I felt his hold on me loosened and I roughly pulled away. I staggered forward in my heels and attempted to leave but he was too fast. His fingers once again wrapped around my wrist, and he pulled me back. Again, he slammed my back against the wall, but this time, he didn't pin me with a deathly glare but his lips.

The breath was knocked out of me as his lips came down on mine, warm and soft. I reflexively closed my eyes and let his lips crudely mold mine. In fact, I reveled in the feel of his lips on mine, my senses became hazy as I gave in to his hypnotizing kiss. His hands circled my waist and pressed me closer to him, the heat of his body created a maddening sensation on my body.

His tongue probed, seeking entrance. I opened up, and his tongue snaked into my mouth, wet and-

My eyes flew open, my body grew rigid, and my teeth instinctively came down on his tongue. What had come over me?

"What the fuck, Sydney?!" He pulled away and released me.

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I staggered feebly, my vision unfocused for the slightest second after he pulled away. Shame washed over me. It was our first kiss in three years and my body had instantly reacted to it, all of my being had clung to the feeling like it was what I had been waiting for all these years.

I gathered my wits about me and faced him, "How dare you kiss me with that filthy mouth of yours?! That's fucking disgusting." I yelled as I cleaned my tongue on my tank top. I knew that was childish but I wasn't thinking.

It was as if he hadn't been listening to me. I watched, slightly panicked - I wondered why I was panicking: as his tongue snaked out of his mouth. I watched, transfixed, as the deep pink flesh snaked its way to the corner of his mouth and licked there before his tongue slowly darted back in.

I blinked, thrown out of the momentary hypnotization, as he came at me again. His hands were like a vice as they pinned my hands to the wall above my head.

"Mark!" I struggled against his hold. "Let go of me. I'm serious-"NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

My words died in my throat as he reconnected our lips. I resisted the urge to be pulled in like I did the first time. I resisted the urge to savor the blissful feel of his lips on mine.

I would have loved the rough way with which his lips kneaded mine and I would have kissed him back with equal fervor if it was someone else. But this wasn't some stranger or lover of mine. It was Mark.

I struggled between pulling him to me and pushing him away. I wanted to clamp my teeth on his tongue or lips as I did the first time but I couldn't bring myself to. This feeling was confusing. I wanted him to stop and go far away from me but, insanely, I was scared that he would actually stop. It was crazy.

But I still struggled and as I did, my eyes squeezed shut, I tried to speak even with his lips on mine. His tongue, somehow, made its way into my mouth. His body pressed on mine, and I could faintly feel the bulge in his trousers against my thighs

My struggles doubled and a scream rose in my chest.

My scream died in my throat because suddenly, his hands were off me and I couldn't feel his body heat anymore.

I brushed off the tiny tinge of disappointment and looked up to find a wall with limbs in front of me. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to catch my breath.

There was a tall figure in front of me, his shoulders were broad, and his stance made me feel protected even though I didn't feel like I needed protection at the moment.

His fists clenched and he took a step forward, "I believe the lady is rejecting you. You should respect her and leave," his deep voice rang out, hard and determined to stand his ground no matter what.