Chapter 20 I Said No, And That's Final

James's kiss made Emily's head spin, disorienting her as his breath, hot and intense, melded with the scent of his unique cologne, saturating her senses with a raw, unrestrained passion. His hand slipped beneath her clothes, brushing up from her lower abdomen in a slow, deliberate motion that sent shivers across her skin. She could barely stand, her hands clutching at James's shoulders for support.

When his hand reached her chest, James hesitated for a heartbeat before beginning to knead and caress her breasts, his rough thumb circling and flicking over her nipples. Emily let out a soft moan, her legs turning to jelly. She almost collapsed, but James caught her, his other hand gripping her waist and pulling her closer to his solid frame.

With a swift motion, James pushed her clothes up, exposing her trembling breasts to the cool night air. The sudden chill made her nipples harden, their responsiveness tempting him further.

Her entire body turned a deep shade of red, as limp and pliable as a rag doll in his grasp. In that instant, James couldn’t hold back any longer. He buried his face in her chest, his mouth closing over one nipple. Gently at first, he nibbled, licked, and sucked, each action laced with both tenderness and urgency.

James's ministrations on her breasts were akin to a wolf marking his territory, leaving visible marks of his presence on her soft skin. Emily moaned again, louder this time, her entire being overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.

Before their divorce, even at their best times, James had never been this out of control in the foreplay. He usually went straight to it, not caring about her feelings. This kind of sensation was something Emily hadn't felt in a long time. Her body, starved of intimacy, had become incredibly sensitive, making it impossible for her to resist.

Emily had no strength left to fight, her eyes reddened. "James. Let go."

"Let go?"

"We're divorced now, you can't do this to me!" Emily whimpered, sounding like a bullied kitten, completely lacking any intimidation.

James sneered, his hands not stopping. While sucking on her nipple, he mumbled through his teeth, "So what if we're divorced? You're still the mother of my son, my ex-wife. I've been doing this to you for so long, so why the shyness now?"

As he spoke, he bit her nipple hard. Emily's skin was so delicate it seemed like it might bleed.

Emily let out a low cry, shame welling up, tears streaming down. His hands slid down to her lower body, his long fingers pinching her vulva through her panties. Feeling her getting wetter, he pushed her panties aside, rubbing back and forth on her tender pussy, skillfully kneading it.

James's lips left Emily's chest, trailing kisses up her neck to her ear, sucking on her earlobe, his hot tongue slowly licking. Emily couldn't handle the teasing. Her legs trembled, the muscles in her lower abdomen tightened, and she reached her climax in James's hands.

It was only when James tasted Emily's falling tears that he pulled back, his desire momentarily suppressed. "Why are you crying?" he asked hoarsely.

Emily immediately pushed James away, hurriedly putting her scattered clothes back on. She retreated a few steps, leaning against the wall, glaring at James with red eyes. "What am I now? James, you already have a girlfriend. How can you do this to me? Just stop bothering me and let me go!"

"Let you go?" James felt a pang of hurt inside and snorted coldly. "Let you go to be with that John?"

Emily denied angrily, "John and I are just friends, and it's not what you think. But even if it was, it has nothing to do with you!"

Nothing to do with him? Just now, Emily was enjoying his touch, and he still had traces of her on my hand. And now she was distancing herself from him? How did he never know Emily could be so brave?

James crossed his arms, looking down at Emily imperiously. "You are Michael's mother and my ex-wife. Even if you want to find a new man, you have to find a good one. That John looks fake, and I don't like him. You should stay away from him."

"Why do you have to control me?" Emily was almost defeated by James's domineering attitude. "We're divorced, do you understand? And John is not what you say he is. He's clearly a good person!"

'Does Emily see everyone as good except me?' James thought, his anger rising.

His expression became more unpleasant as he raised his eyebrows and sternly said, "I said no, and that's final."

Emily couldn't understand; they were clearly divorced; it was over; why did he have to torment her over and over again? Was it just because of her love for him?

Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed with anger. After the intense make out earlier, she had to lean against the wall to stand.

James's eyes deepened, and he didn't understand what was wrong with him. He only knew that if they weren't in the living room, and if Emily wasn't crying so pitifully, he wouldn't be able to control himself from having sex with her right there.

James barely suppressed the throbbing in his pants, his eyes cold as he said, "Emily, you'd better behave."