Beg Me, My Ex-Husband

CHAPTER 6

TYRON

TYRON was staring intently at the beautiful blonde beside him. He was fascinated by the emotions playing across her face, the way she was trying to stifle her moans as he aroused her. He could see how Emilia was affected by his fingers moving between her thighs, but she was holding back. He didn't know what was stopping her, but one day he was going to make sure she screamed his name.

"You own my body right now, but you have no right to accuse me of something that isn't true," Emilia said forcefully, her voice tight. Despite her angry gaze, he could feel she was reacting to him. Her grip on his arm was tight, and she was breathing heavily.

"Feisty. You're feeling pleasure, but you still manage to talk back to me," he said with a smirk, increasing the speed of his finger movements.

"Shut up!" she hissed.

He chuckled and leaned his face close to her left ear. "You're already wet, tigress. Come on, don't hold back. I know you like it," he whispered, adding another finger to his play.

"Ah!"

The corner of Tyron's lips lifted as Emilia gasped and moaned, a sound like music to his ears. It was especially satisfying because she was trying to suppress it.

"You like it, right?" he said, licking her neck.

Emilia didn't respond. He could sense her tension, see her toes curling as he stimulated her.

"You'll enjoy what I do next," Tyron said, and in a flash, he spread her legs wide and kneel between them.

"W-What are you doing?" Emilia stammered, trying to close her legs, but Tyron held them apart.

"Don't!" He clenched his jaw and forced them open again.

Emilia closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Her cheeks were flushed.

He could see her womanhood, and it was already wet. Tyron felt an urge to taste her sweetness. He slowly traced her lips with his finger, moving towards her entrance. He closed his eyes and extended his tongue.

"Hmm..." Emilia gasped, reaching for his hair and pulling him closer.

"I just kissed you down there, and you're already reacting like that. What do you think will happen if I combine my fingers and tongue?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

Emilia opened her eyes and glared at him. "Shut up. Any woman would react like this when she feels pleasure."

"Pleasure, huh?" he said, the smile still playing on his lips. If only she knew how much he enjoyed her defiance, her unwillingness to submit. He usually found himself attracted to timid, submissive women.

He was aroused by her resistance, but at the same time, he wanted to tame her.

"Shut up!" was all she could manage, closing her eyes again.

'I'll tame you,' Tyron thought. He was loving this game. The money he'd loaned to Henry Green was worth more than he'd ever imagined, and this beautiful woman was a bonus.

Tyron continued to pleasure Emilia. He kissed her down there, and the series of moans that escaped her lips as his tongue, lips, and fingers danced on her body fueled his desire. The way she pulled at his hair, the way she pressed his head against her womanhood, added to the heat.

Tyron reached for Emilia's breasts with one hand, alternately massaging them. One of them had come loose from the gown she was wearing. Seeing the pink tip, he rose slightly and brought it to his lips. He sucked and licked her n****e while his fingers continued to move inside her.

"M-Mister Patterson," Emilia moaned, her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted.

Oh, what a beautiful voice!

Tyron was getting more and more excited. After he had his fill of her breasts, he returned to the space between Emilia's thighs.

Her back arched, and he could hear her heavy breaths. She seemed to be writhing in pleasure, her lips parted.

"Ah!"

He could feel that Emilia was nearing her climax, especially since she couldn't seem to stay still on the seat.

"Are you near?" he asked, his voice husky. His manhood was hard for a while now. He wanted to take this beautiful woman right then and there, but he didn’t want to do it here. He was stressed, and s*x was his solution, and one round wouldn’t be enough.

Emilia bit her lower lip, her gray eyes fixed on him. He was right – she was nearing her climax. But instead of continuing to pleasure her, he stopped. He got up, sat back down on the chair, and adjusted his suit, which was slightly disheveled. He could see her from the corner of his eye. She looked shocked, her mouth open in surprise.

“What?” He turned to her as if nothing had happened.

“D-Damn you!” she said fiercely.

Tyron chuckled softly. He knew why she was suddenly angry with him, but she couldn't bring herself to say it directly.

She was angry because he stopped what he was doing just when she was about to reach her climax.

“You shouldn’t make me angry, Emilia. You know you’re mine, but you dared to flirt with someone else.”

“f**k you!”

He went closer to her and looked her straight in the eye. “Yes, we will f**k each other later, and I’ll make sure you remember that what's mine is mine. I don’t share what’s mine, Emilia…” he said in a low voice, but there was a threat in his tone.

Emilia was his. Until their contract was over, he wouldn’t let anyone else benefit from her beauty.

“Damn you, Patterson!” she whispered, and he heard it clearly. But instead of acknowledging it, he just leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

He was going to teach this beautiful woman a lesson tonight. He was going to mark her.

***

EMILIA

EMILIA thought of herself as a hypocrite. She cried over her situation, offering herself to Tyron to pay Henry's debt. She even berated herself, but she couldn't deny the pleasure he gave her earlier. No one had ever done that to her before. Tyron was the first man to see her body and the first to make her feel pleasure other than herself. She had only gone as far as kissing with her ex-boyfriend, Brandon.

But seeing that man between her legs, Emilia felt like she was going crazy. That was how it felt when a man gave her pleasure, not just her own hands.

She momentarily forgot that she was in this situation because of their debt. Her mind went blank for a few minutes.

And when she came to her senses after Tyron left her hanging, she realized the humiliation she had endured.

She was angry with herself. It was enough that she gave herself to Tyron, but feeling pleasure and showing him that she was enjoying it was too much. What could she do? She was just a woman, it was a new feeling for her, and she never thought it would be that good.

She glared at Tyron again. There was a smug smile on his face, and it irritated her.

“Stop glaring at me. Don't be angry. You won't be left hanging later. I'll give you the climax you want,” he said with a smirk.

Jerk!

“Shut up!” she said firmly.

Emilia was angry, not because she was left hanging by what he was doing, but because she could see the joy etched on his face because he could see that she was angry.

She heard him chuckle without humor. “You're just angry now, but later, I'm sure you'll scream with pleasure.”

Emilia closed her eyes. She didn't want to deal with this arrogant man anymore because it drained her energy. He accused her of flirting with other men, even though Tyron, the one she met, was the reason she lost her aversion to the party earlier.

Neither of them spoke. Until Emilia felt the car stop. Mark opened the door for them and she saw that they had arrived at the building where Tyron's penthouse was.

They went inside together. They passed the reception and Emilia saw the woman who had judged her before, as if she knew her. There was envy in her eyes as she looked at her and Tyron. When she saw Emilia looking at her, she glared at her. But instead of reacting, Emilia smirked. She wouldn't let that woman see that she didn't like her situation with Tyron.

They got into the elevator, still silent. But when Emilia saw that it was past eleven o'clock, she spoke.

“What time will I go home?” she asked in a cold voice.

“You'll sleep here tonight…” Tyron said, not even looking at her, his gaze fixed on the front.

“I can't. Henry will be looking for me.”

“Then go home. I won't force you to stay tonight. Just know the consequences,” Tyron said it without a threatening voice. The way he said it to her was like he had many women and could choose anyone to fulfill his desire tonight.

Emilia sighed. She didn't say anything. She opened her purse and took out her phone to message Henry. When she opened it, she had a message from him.

From: Dad

What time are you coming home, Darling? I'll wait for you.

Emilia saw the message an hour ago. He must have been waiting for her since then. He always does that.

She typed a message.

To: Dad

Don't wait for me, Dad. Go to sleep. I'm at Tyron's office now. I have a lot of work to do, I'm going to work overtime. I'll be home tomorrow.

After she sent the message, she put her phone away. She didn't wait for Henry's reply.

Sometimes, she felt guilty lying to him. She just tells herself she's doing this for her family. All of this will be over soon, and when it is, she'll treat meeting Tyron Patterson like a bad dream.

The elevator stopped and opened to Tyron's penthouse. He got out immediately, and she followed.

When they got inside, Tyron went straight to his room. Emilia followed him. She didn't know what to do.

She sat on the bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom. She could hear the running water, so she knew he was showering.

A few moments later, Tyron came out, only wearing a towel.

“Take a shower, I’ll wait for you,” he said to her.

She nodded and immediately went to the bathroom. Emilia showered and used a toothbrush that wasn’t used yet. She also used his body wash, so she smelled like Tyron.

When she was done, she got a towel from the cabinet and wrapped it around herself.

Before Emilia opened the door, she let out a breath. She wasn't going to be a hypocrite anymore, what happened tonight, she'd accept it and try to forget about it in the morning.

She came out of the bathroom and stopped when she heard the moans of a woman and a man.

When she looked, Tyron was sitting on the bed, holding a glass of wine, his eyes on the television, watching an adult movie.

She didn’t expect that at Tyron's age, 30, he would still be watching that kind of thing.

He took a sip of his wine, then licked his lips sensually.

“Come here, Emilia. Sit next to me,” he said in a husky voice, turning to her.

She couldn't miss the lust and desire etched on his eyes.