The Day I Walked Away My Empire Began novel Chapter 188

Steven smirked, loosening his tie with a lazy flick of his wrist. “Honestly, I wasn’t planning on touching you. But after how you hit me yesterday? If I let that slide, people would laugh and say I’m not a real man.”

Lucie’s heart crashed in her chest as panic took over. She jerked away, fighting to get free. “Steven, you’re unbelievable! Don’t you dare! We’re divorced! If you lay a finger on me, I’ll call the cops and have you arrested for assault!”

He just snorted, cold and unbothered, and started undoing his belt. “And what if you’re the one who wants it?”

“You’re nuts. Get away from me.” Her voice was shaking.

His grin got mean. “Come on, Lucie. You always seem to enjoy it when I touch you. Why were you moaning my name?”

His words made her skin crawl. She trembled, her anger spiking. “Steven, you’re disgusting. Just stop. Leave me alone.”

“Go ahead, report me. If the judge asks if you got off, what are you gonna say? That you came five times?

“What woman enjoys being forced? You’re the one getting off on this, not me.”

He just laughed. “Exactly. I’m the one doing all the work. You’re the one enjoying it.”

Lucie almost choked on her fury. She couldn’t believe how low he’d sunk. When they first met, he’d seemed so refined, so gentle. All of that had been a lie.

“Be good, Lucie. I’ve missed you…”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer before he crushed his mouth to hers.

“Mmmph—no, stop—” Her protests were muffled. She tried to push him away, but he was a wall of muscle. No matter how hard she fought, it was useless.

It only took a few minutes before she was pinned, overwhelmed, her last bit of fight draining away. Her voice trembled as she gave in, desperate. “Steven, please. I’m begging you. Don’t do this. I’m sorry. Just… please, don’t touch me.”

He looked down at her with a smug glint in his eye. “Alright. Apologize.”

Lucie’s whole body shook as she started to cry. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hit you. Just let me go, please…”

Before she could finish, Steven thrusted in, harder than before, shutting down any hope she had of escape.

“Too late for apologies,” he said.

Lucie gasped, dizzy with anger and helplessness, tears running down her face. “Steven, you bastard!”

He just smirked, “Now you finally get it?”

Yeah, he was a bastard. If she’d known saying sorry wouldn’t change anything, she would have fought back the whole way.

“Let me go! Don’t touch me!”

He was rough, and her pleas just seemed to feed his need for control. For him, her fear was its own reward.

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