Chapter 108 James Made Love With Her
"It's still up in the air who's really tainting whom here!" he snapped, pinning her against the wall and silencing her protests with a forceful kiss.
James grabbed her flailing arms and pinned them behind her. Jessica's eyes widened. How could he kiss her when they were about to divorce?
Rose was still in their bed, yet here he was, kissing her.
His kiss was overpowering, consuming her, leaving no escape.
Suddenly, she bit down hard, and the sharp taste of blood flooded their mouths.
Her defiance only made him angrier.
He pulled back, eyes blazing, and pinched her face. "We're still married, aren't we? Can't I touch you?"
"No," Jessica resisted. She knew he was her husband, but soon he wouldn't be.
Besides, this was clearly an act of humiliation, not genuine desire.
The power imbalance in such situations was stark and undeniable. Her clothes were torn away, piece by piece, and strewn across the floor.
James pressed down hard. Her scream echoed. She felt like she was being torn apart. The pain was just as bad the first time at the Skyline Club when that stranger violated her.
James felt a strange familiarity. Her innocence, her helpless cries. He started to lose control, driven by a desperate need to erase any trace of others from her.
Jessica passed out. When she woke up again, she found herself dressed in clean pajamas, her body carrying the fresh scent of shower gel.
A wave of shame crashed over her as she realized the implications. The thought of being naked while James bathed and dressed her was almost unbearable.
At that moment, she sensed a chilling and unsettling gaze fixed on her. Jessica's eyes darted to the nearby sofa.
James lounged there in a navy robe, his bronze chest exposed like a lazy predator.
"Awake?" he asked indifferently.
Jessica burst into tears, throwing a pillow at him. "James! You bastard! Why'd you embarrass me like that?"
He blocked the incoming pillow and suddenly stood up, walking toward her.
Jessica trembled, retreating to the bed's corner. James grabbed her ankle, pulling her under him.
He pinched her cheeks, asking darkly, "Tell me. Did Jack touch you like this?"
"You bastard!" She tried to hit him, but he caught her wrist.
Jessica looked at him desolately, voice trembling. "No matter what I say, you're not gonna believe me, are you? James, you've chosen Rose. Leave me alone. Whoever I'm with next is none of your business."
Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. Especially the part where she said that whoever she was with was none of his business.
James tried to picture that scenario, but he just couldn't handle it. The thought of anyone else being around Jessica was something he couldn't accept.
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