Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Chapter 0202

SYDNEY'S POV

I erupted in a fit of laughter, mainly because he cracked me up. How could he possibly be jealous of a dead man? He really did look adorably pouty in that moment, standing there trying his best to look intimidating with that angry gaze. At that instant, it was almost easy to believe I was simply bantering with my beloved Lucas.

This confrontation was actually a very good sign, despite his melodramatic display of envy. It meant that my carefully cultivated deception was still going strong. Even if I hadn't fully penetrated his twisted heart yet, I had undeniably managed to worm my way into his fragile psyche to a fairly substantial degree.

"Sorry," I giggled, palming my mouth in an attempt to stifle the burbling laughter as I climbed down from the bed to face him properly. I couldn't help but be faintly amused by his irrational jealousy over something so silly.

While I laughed at his preposterous behavior, Dylan hissed out a irritated breath and stalked over to perch himself on the armchair situated by the door, his piercing gaze remaining fixated intently on me the whole while.

The moment the duvet covering my body slipped down, fully revealing my barely-clothed form to his eyes, I watched hungrily as his eyes suddenly darkened with naked longing. I could practically feel the hot, greedy trail his eyes raked lecherously over every curve and expanse of exposed skin.

I was finally able to rein in my laughter at his expense as I purposefully sashayed my hips provocatively while sauntering towards him. Moving with languid, exaggerated slowness, I closed the distance between

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First, I slid my fingers through his thick hair, lightly massaging his scalp in a way I knew he enjoyed from past experience. I smirked when his eyes fluttered closed at the simple sensation of my fingers carding through his locks. I caressed the line of his stubbled jaw, trailing my hand down to gently cup the side of his neck before finally dropping it to rest on his shoulder.

Taking things further, I firmly grasped his shoulders and lifted one leg over his lap to straddle his hips, my scantily clad core coming to rest mere inches from where I could feel his growing arousal straining against the confines of his pants

I held his darkened gaze steadily, purposefully pouting my full lips into an enticing moue as I chided him sultrily, "Why did you ignore me deliberately for so long?" My lips turned down into an exaggerated frown. I saw so many of your women wandering around this mansion when you left me alone with them for days. I could have died from jealousy, Dylan. I needed some space, some fresher air that wasn't saturated with the scent of all the other females you sleep with.”

I shrugged one shoulder as if it was no big deal. "I merely had to go visit an old friend to talk to since your deprived me of your company for so long. You know I know no one else in this town besides Lucas. I went to see him, an old friend, so what?" I arched one delicately sculpted eyebrow at him in mock challenge. "Are you jealous of a dead man's memory, my love?"

Without uttering a single word in response, Dylan's arms abruptly snaked their way around my waist, his large palms flattening possessively against the bare skin of my lower back. He tugged me firmly forward until our bodies were flush together, crushing my silk-clad breasts against the hard planes of his chest.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

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Chapter 0202

He cradled me tightly, as if he wanted to physically merge our bodies into one entity.

Dylan buried his face into the crook of my neck - a intimate gesture I had noticed he seemed to take particular pleasure in. His hot breath fanned over my sensitive skin as he murmured in that low, husky rasp of his that never failed to spark little tendrils of warmth to unfurl low in my belly, "Don't you resent me for killing him?"

A heavy silence fell between us as I considered how best to respond. Slowly, I threaded my fingers through the silky strands at the nape of his neck, giving them a gentle tug to tip his head back enough for me to rest my chin atop his crown. I knew he could feel the rapid thrum of my pulse from how tightly he held me.

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