DIVORCE CHAOS: BACK TO MY EX'S BED.

DON'T FORGET WHO YOU BELONG TO.

"Please, Lucien," she panted. "I want your c**k inside me."

A dark groan rumbled from his chest. He gripped her wrists behind her back, his other hand spreading her open. "That’s my good girl."

Then, with a sharp thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her completely.

Aurelia cried out, her body moulding to him. The only one who ever truly owned her.

He pulled away just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes dark. "Taste yourself," he murmured, his fingers tracing her lips.

Aurelia shuddered, sinking to her knees, never breaking eye contact as she obeyed. A smirk curled on his lips as he reached down, tucking her damp hair behind her ears, his thumb brushing her cheek.

She took her time, savouring the way his breath rose, the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. A deep, guttural sound escaped him, his head tilting back, fingers tangling in her hair.

His voice slipped out a command. "That's it. You’re mine, princess. No one else will ever see you like this. Don’t forget who you belong to."

He looked up, trying to savour the look in his head. Clothless with him in her hands.

Her lips wrapped around the head, sucking lightly, teasing him. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge, savouring every twitch and gasp he made. She could feel his hips instinctively thrusting forward, but she placed a firm hand on his hip, holding him still.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him. Her lips were slick with saliva, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

Lucien's jaw clenched, his breathing ragged.

She took him into her mouth again, this time deeper, her lips sliding down his shaft until she felt the head press against the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, the sensation making him groan loudly, his fingers tightening in her hair. She pulled back slowly, her tongue dragging along the underside of his c**k, then dipped her head again, repeating the motion slowly.

Her free hand slipped between her own legs, her fingers finding her wetness with ease. Aurelia moaned around him as she began to finger herself. He let out a frustrated groan, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You’re killing me…"

She smirked, leaning in to lick a long stripe from the base of his c**k to the tip. "Mmm," she purred, her breath hot against his skin.

She took him back into her mouth, her hand pumping in rhythm with her lips. She could hear the way his breathing grew more erratic, and she knew he was on the edge.

Lucien stripped away his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. Then, with a firm grip, he pulled her up, turning her effortlessly and pressing her down onto the bed. His touch was both rough and gentle, fingers spreading her legs.

He gasped, his voice breaking. "Tell me, princess, how are you so good? Who taught you?" he murmured, his lips grazing her ear.

Her heart pounded, her body already burning with need. "No one… how could anyone?"

"That's right, no one else gets to see you like this," he murmured darkly.

Aurelia’s breath went erratic as she felt him. She turned her head slightly, catching their reflection in the mirror. Lucien’s gaze was locked onto hers as he pushed into her. They both moaned, controlled by their desire and pleasure.

His pace quickened, and she lost herself completely, surrendering to the pleasure. In no time, her release built again. This time, spiralling fast and uncontrollably.

"Lucien—oh God—"

"Come for me, baby," he commanded, his fingers pressing into her flesh. "Let me feel you."

Aurelia cried as she shattered around him yet again. Her cries echoed through the room. Lucien groaned, thrusting deeper and faster. Her hands craned into his hair, holding him as she pressed her forehead against his.

"I want to feel you too." Her voice came out a tiny plea and drove him insane. Even with the way she clenched around him.

He pinned her hands to the bed as he quivered under her touch, under her words. He didn't want to yet, but it was too late. He was at the edge.

He groaned, his breathing shallow. "Aurelia."

He slammed even harder, and his eyes widened, showing that she was coming again. He couldn't help it, as he followed her, his release spilling into her.

Minutes had passed as they caught their breath, tangled in each other. Lucien pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his hands still possessively gripping her waist. Her legs wrapped around him.

Then, without a word, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. Aurelia was too exhausted to protest as he washed her gently. He dressed her in a fresh nightgown, pulled back the covers, and tucked her into bed.

As he brushed a damp strand of hair from her face, she blinked up at him, exhaustion weighing down her lids. "Are you really gay?" she murmured.

Lucien chuckled, low and husky. "What did you say?"

Aurelia’s lips parted, but sleep claimed her before she could respond.

Lucien stayed a moment longer, watching her, before finally slipping under the covers beside her. His arm curled around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

"Goodnight, princess," he whispered against her hair.

Aurelia woke up feeling refreshed. She felt much better than yesterday when nausea had overwhelmed her. The morning light streamed through the curtains as she rolled onto her side, she noticed the empty space next to her.

Was it just a dream? She remembered his presence from the night before. Her room was tidy, but she was wearing a soft nightgown, different from what she had on before.

The sound from the kitchen caught her attention. The clinking of dishes. She got out of bed and walked toward the noise.

Lucien stood confidently in loose dress pants, which hung slightly on his hips. His bare torso showed off his strong muscles. He moved skillfully as he prepared a dish.

"What are you doing? Do you think I live alone?" she snapped, and he glanced back at her.

"Well, good morning to you too. I made you something. It's healthy for the baby," he replied.

"Why don't you put on your clothes?" she said, glancing toward Susie and Fay's room.

"You weren't worried about that last night. Why are you now?" he asked with a mocking tone. Aurelia blinked, shame gnawing at her. "Don't worry. They aren't home. They haven't been since last night."

"What did you do?" she asked.

"Maybe I kept them preoccupied so they wouldn’t return home? Don’t worry, I gave them a presidential suite at my hotel. Why don't you come here? I made you something," he said.

Aurelia looked away, swallowing hard. "I don't think I need you cooking for me."

Lucien chuckled as he placed the dish on the table. "But I want to, at least for my baby. I looked up some recipes last night; they said salmon is really good." He turned off the burner and grabbed a fork to test the pasta.

Aurelia's chest tightened as she swallowed. A warmth she refused to acknowledge settled in her chest. It was such a simple gesture, making sure she ate but it left her feeling oddly unsettled.

She walked toward him, "Just because we had s*x last night—"

Lucien pressed his lips against hers slightly until she stopped talking. His eyes met hers, "Eat. You would need strength to fight me," he said smoothly. "I packaged some berries for you, too."

Aurelia raised an eyebrow, moving away.

Lucien let out a soft chuckle, reaching for a to-go container. "I just don’t want you fainting, Princess, I heard your morning sickness is ridiculous."

"I'd appreciate it if you stop stalking me. And just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I've forgiven you or want you back."

"I've got that. It's up to me to earn your trust."

She rolled her eyes, her eyes following him until he stood behind her. His lips twitched. "Until I earn your trust, no man is going to raise my baby. The child is mine, and I'm responsible for you and him, is that clear?"

Aurelia remained silent. "I'm yours, Lia, yours completely; I'd give you whatever you want, even if it's my body."

She stepped away, looking at him. Her heart trembled in her chest. Was he serious?

"The sex... don’t think it means anything." Her cheeks flushed red.

"Sure. Remember? My body is yours. It's yours to use." His voice was hoarse and raspy, but there was a hint of naughtiness in his eyes.

"Let me drive you to work."

Aurelia hesitated. "No. I can do that myself."

"It's not a request, princess," he said, tone light but firm. "You don’t have to fight me on everything. Just let me take you."

Her gaze flickered between him and the neatly packed meal.

"This also doesn't mean anything."

Lucien smirked, stepping closer, his fingers brushing against her hip as he leaned in. "Whatever you say, sunshine."