Beg Me, My Ex-Husband

CHAPTER 7

"WHY are you still standing there? I told you I don't like waiting," Tyron said to Emilia with a furrowed brow as she remained standing where she was.

She shook her head. This man was so impatient. Emilia cleared her throat and slowly walked towards Tyron. She clutched the towel around her body tighter, feeling as if Tyron was undressing her with the way he was looking at her as she approached him. It was accompanied by the lewd way he was licking the rim of his glass.

When she finally reached him, Tyron immediately pulled her to his waist with his left hand while his right hand held the glass.

"I hate being kept waiting, Miss Green. I hate being bored," he said, stroking her cheek down to her neck while the two people in the adult movie he was watching continued to moan.

She gently pushed Tyron away from his bare chest. "Not everything can be obtained instantly. Learn to wait."

She saw Tyron smirk. "I agree in some instances. Not everything is instant. But in our situation now? I can get everything I want when I say so. And whatever I ask you to do, you should obey immediately because if I get impatient or angry, the contract will be null and void."

Emilia clenched her fist. He was powerful, wealthy, and could make everyone dance to his tune.

She couldn't wait for their contract to end. She wanted to break free from Tyron's laws, which only he made.

"So when I say, you obey," he said, reaching for another wine glass and pouring some wine. He handed it to Emilia.

She wanted to say that she had already drunk a lot of wine at the party earlier, but she was afraid of making him angry. She couldn't make a mistake because if Tyron got angry, he could terminate their contract. If that happened, Henry would be imprisoned. She would lose her father and her sacrifice would be in vain.

She took the glass and sipped from it.

"Seat beside me. Let's watch the movie."

She immediately obeyed Tyron. They were both wearing only a towel. Emilia didn't question it even though she had no clothes on. She knew where this night would lead them.

She sat beside Tyron. And when her skin touched his, she felt an electric shock. She moved slightly away.

They were watching an adult movie, and most of it was love scenes. Whenever the leads had an intimate scene, Emilia would gulp down her drink. It wasn't that she wasn't used to watching adult movies. It was just that this was the first time she watched one with a man.

"Uh!" The female lead's moan echoed through the room. Besides that, she could also hear the sound of their bodies colliding.

Emilia took another sip of her wine. She wasn't a saint. And even if she denied it to herself, it was contrary to what she felt in her body because she was already feeling hot, her womanhood felt tickled, and she wanted to touch herself.

Tyron, on the other hand, was also focused on the movie. But like her, he had already drunk a lot.

Emilia stood up.

"Where are you going?" Tyron looked at her, his eyes burning with desire.

"Restroom," she said simply.

"Come back soon," his voice rasped.

Emilia didn't respond and went straight to the bathroom. As soon as she got there, she splashed water on her face and stared at herself in the mirror.

Her cheeks, neck, and chest were flushed red. Her eyes were also misty.

She heaved a sigh. She felt different now. She thought about the heated encounter between her and Tyron in the limousine earlier, where his face was between her thighs.

"Uh!" she muttered and shook her head. She wanted to touch herself. She was deeply affected by what she had seen and she was burning up.

"Emilia..."

She flinched at the sound of Tyron's voice outside, his impatience evident in his tone, so she stepped out of the bathroom.

She noticed that the television was off and Tyron was leaning against the headboard of the bed, but her attention was drawn to the bulge between his thighs under the towel, which looked like a tent.

She couldn't take her eyes off it. If Tyron hadn't spoken, she wouldn't have looked away.

"Come here..."

She felt hypnotized as she approached him. When she got to the side of Tyron, he pulled her to him at her waist as he did before, causing her to lie on top of him. She could feel his hard manhood against her stomach.

Their eyes met. Emilia wanted to look away, but she couldn't. It was as if she were hypnotized. But when he brought his lips to her jaw, down to her neck, and licked her there, she closed her eyes.

"Oh!" she moaned softly, the heat in her body doubling.

She clung to Tyron's shoulder as his lips and tongue played on her skin. She didn't even think about the marks his sucking, licking, and kissing would leave on her neck and shoulder.

Then, Emilia realized the towel covering her body was gone. She was naked. But instead of feeling cold, she heated up again as Tyron's lips descended to her breasts, burying his face in them while his hands squeezed her buttocks.

"Hmm! Ah!" Another moan escaped her lips. She grabbed Tyron's hair. When she opened her eyes, she saw him with his eyes closed, playing with her breasts. He sucked, licked, and nipped her breast.

She shouldn't enjoy the pleasure Tyron's hands and lips were giving her. But her body was betraying her. Her own body was willingly betraying her to the man her family was indebted to.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked, confused, as Tyron stopped playing with her breasts. He lay down, picked her up, and sat her down on his mouth.

When Emilia felt Tyron kissing her womanhood, she gasped. She grabbed his hair.

Her body completely betrayed her, as she found herself grinding her hips and meeting Tyron's tongue, which was playing at the entrance of her womanhood.

She couldn't even count how many times she had moaned and called out Tyron's name. She felt like she was going crazy. She was gasping for air from the heavy breathing.

"Ah!" she cried out as she felt a tickle in her belly. She tightened her grip on Tyron's hair. Moments later, Emilia almost fainted as she reached her peak.

She could clearly see Tyron sucking her juices.

Afterward, she collapsed onto the bed, weak. The man got up, licking his lips.

"You taste good."

She averted her gaze and closed her eyes.

"Tired? We're not done yet," he said, making Emilia open her eyes. She saw him remove the towel from his waist. Only then did Emilia realize he was still not naked, and she's the only one naked.

He knelt in front of her. Then, he reached for her right hand and brought it to his hard manhood. Emilia swallowed. It was hot and throbbing.

"Play with it," Tyron said.

And because of the influence of the alcohol, she did it without resistance. Emilia's hand moved up and down its length while Tyron tilted his head back, his lips parted.

"f**k! That's right," he whispered, taking her hand and helping her move it up and down.

Emilia's eyes were fixed on it. Tyron, on the other hand, had his eyes closed.

He stopped for a moment. “That’s enough,” he said then spread her legs again and then climbed on top of her.

When Emilia felt the tip of his hardness at her entrance, she flinched. Tyron seemed to notice and repeated the action.

But a moment later, she felt him enter her. She gripped the bedsheet tightly. She took a deep breath and didn't let Tyron see that she was hurting.

She waited for him to fully enter, but she opened her eyes when she felt Tyron stop and heard him mutter a curse.

"f**k!" He said with a strained voice, looking at their private parts. Emilia could clearly see the blood. She was no longer a virgin.

"Why did you stop?" she asked, sitting up slightly and propping her elbows on the bed.

Tyron looked up at her. The lust was gone from his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" he asked, getting off of her.

"What for?" she asked in a cold voice. Emilia sat up completely, not minding that she was naked.

"I don't do virgins! They chase after me after s*x! Damn it!" Tyron angrily ran his hand through his hair and got off the bed. There was no emotion in his eyes.

Emilia scoffed. Such a shallow reason for this man.

"Go home, Miss Green."

Emilia was suddenly alarmed by his words. That couldn't be right.

“For what? Our agreement is over when I leave? Then you'll have Henry imprisoned? Mister Patterson, I'm a virgin, but I won't chase after you because of that. I'm giving you my virginity because I can't pay our debt. This is the only way I know," she said to him.

Tyron stared at her for a long time. Emilia spoke again.

"Fine, you don't do virgins. I respect your decision. I'll go home if that's what you want. But I'll only go home when you say that our agreement is over. That my family's debt is paid."

Tyron's jaw clenched at her words. But he still didn't respond. He just stared at her, but he seemed deep in thought.

"I won't leave if that's your reason for ending our agreement,” she spoke again.

Emilia couldn't go home without convincing Tyron. She had already sacrificed herself, and she wouldn't let it all be for nothing.

"How can I be so sure you won't chase after me?" Finally he spoke.

Emilia smirked. "Debt is the only reason I'm here. I don't want Henry to go to jail. And you want an honest answer? It's simple, because I don't like you. I don't like your personality. You're so self-centered, manipulative, you're a playboy, and you're arrogant. I don't like man like that—"

"Then let's fuck..." Tyron quickly closed the distance between them. He walked back to the bed. And before Emilia knew it, Tyron had flipped her over and entered her.

She winced in pain. "Ah!" she cried out in surprise. Emilia felt like she was being cut. She gripped the bedsheet tightly.

"I don't like you either. You're too feisty for a woman. I don't like the way you talk back. But because your family owes me a lot, I'll claim you again and again. I got you first, and I'll make sure I take advantage of your body. And don't you dare chase after me when I dump you," Tyron said, his movements getting faster and faster inside her. He didn't care that she was hurting. He was so rough and wild.

Oh that was her wish, to be dumped by him.

"That won't happen. Chasing after you would be my worst nightmare," Emilia whispered, burying her face in the pillow, biting her lower lip.