Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

BLAIRE

As I stirred from my sleep, a strange sensation tingled between my legs, snapping me to full consciousness. Before I could make sense of it all, a loud moan escaped my lips.

“Ahhh…” Where am I? What’s happening?

I slowly lifted my head, only to find a man passionately exploring my femininity, devouring me with a hunger akin to that of a starved predator. I tried to push him away, desperate to uncover his identity, but he firmly grasped my wrist, refusing to let go.

“You can’t resist me, sweetheart,” he murmured in a voice both familiar and foreign, sending shivers down my spine.

Despite the unfamiliarity, there was a flicker of recognition buried within his words.

Before I could protest further, his tongue resumed its tantalizing exploration, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned helplessly, surrendering to the sinful delight washing over me. Despite knowing I should resist, I succumbed to his touch, yielding to the ecstasy he offered. With each blissful caress, our moans filled the dimly lit room.

As the sensations lingered, I reluctantly opened my eyes to find myself exposed, with him poised between my legs, ready to take me. Despite my efforts, the dim light obscured his features, leaving me unable to discern his identity.

In the dimly lit room, with the smell of passion in the air, I felt swept away by a rush of feelings. Each touch brought me more pleasure, making me feel like I was on fire.

As he moved closer, I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan of pleasure. It felt like I was losing myself in the moment, unable to think of anything else.

“Ooooh…fck!” I cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations rushing through me.

He whispered sweet things in my ear, making me feel even more excited. His touch awakened desires I never knew I had.

But even as I enjoyed the moment, I couldn’t shake the feeling of not knowing who he was, His face was hidden in the darkness, leaving me confused about his identity. Despite me not knowing who he was, he still managed to set my body on fire. He gave me pleasure and awakened the desire inside me I never knew existed.

What puzzled me even more was how comfortable I felt with him, even though I couldn’t see his face clearly. His touch made me feel safe and warm, like I belonged to him.

How could I let myself get so carried away with someone I didn’t even recognize? The question nags at me, but I can’t stop myself from enjoying the pleasure he gave me.

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As our passion reached its peak, I felt like I was on the edge of something amazing. And as the waves of pleasure washed over me, I let myself go completely, lost in the moment.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. All my worries and doubts were forgotten as we connected with pure pleasure.

He positioned himself in between my legs, yet I still couldn’t see his face clearly. I squinted my eyes, trying my best to recognize him. But no matter what I do, I can’t put a face on the man who’s giving me pleasure that is unknown to me.

“Ooohhh…” I moaned loudly as he started penetrating my inside. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

He buried his face against my neck and continued to whisper sweet things against my car as he slowly thrust his hips forward.

I felt like my head was about to explode when he started increasing his pace, sending shivers down my spine. Every fiber of my being felt his every thrust. I dug my finger against his back, and my nails started leaving marks on his tan and chiseled back.

I felt a pang of pain digging through my skin as he buried his teeth against my shoulder, biting and nibbling me.

And as we moved together, lost in the feeling, I realized that I had found something special with this mysterious stranger.

It was something beyond words, something that didn’t need an explanation.

It was pure bliss.

As soon as I fully accepted the pleasure that he was offering to me, I felt my body convulse with too much love and desire. One final blow, and I felt a hot liquid gushing inside me as my body arose towards the peak of my ergasm.

My breath was heavy as I tried to catch my breath. My chest was moving erratically when I felt the man slowly brush his cheeks against mine until we were finally facing each other.

“You’re mine, Blaire. All mine,” he said with his deep, baritone voice.

As I stared at the man murmuring sweet words in front of me, his face started to become clearer. I gasped for air when I finally put a face on the man who was giving me pleasure and sending me to bliss.

“Sebastian…” I uttered.

And as soon as his face became clearer, I bolted up from my slumber.

“Hey, are you okay?” Sebastian asked with a frown on his face and looked so worried.

I quickly looked around and noticed that I was still inside the yacht’s cabin, and we were still sailing along the vast ocean,

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I was still trying to catch my breath when Sebastian stood up to get a glass of water.

“Here, have a drink,” he offered, handing me the glass. “What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” he asked.

“Definitely not a nightmare,” I murmured, still catching my breath.

“What? Did you say something?” he said.

“N–Nothing!” I quickly answered, faking a smile on my face to hide the lewd thoughts playing inside my head.

Why did I even dream about that thing? And of all people, why him? For the past few months that I’ve been with Grant, I’ve never had a wet dream, not even once. Yet with Sebastian, I’ve only met him today, but I’m already fantasizing about sleeping with him. What is wrong with

me?

“Are you sure you’re okay? You looked flushed,” he said before putting his palm against my forehead.

I was so startled by the mere warmth of his touch that I quickly moved my him. His frown deepened upon watching my

action.

away from

I cleared my throat, trying to gather my thoughts. And I tried to act normal when he attempted to put his palm against my forehead once again to check on me.

“You’re quite hot. Are you sure, okay?” he asked worriedly.

I immediately brushed his hand aside in my attempt to put distance between them. His being so close to me doesn’t help at all in calming my nerves. Though it was nothing but a dream, I still feel like my body has been through a mind–blowing orgasm.

“I said I’m fine,” I replied irritatedly, trying to hide the unfamiliar sensation I felt as soon as

his hand touched my skin.

I quickly got up from the bed and walked out of the cabin. I went straight to the deck as I tried to get away from Sebastian. I feel like a moth to a fire. Whenever I’m close to him, there’s something in him that makes me more drawn to him.

As long as my memory hasn’t come back, I can’t let my feelings sway me.

I took a deep breath, feeling the cold breeze of the ocean. It was cold enough to put out the fire burning inside me, caused by that lewd dream.

I don’t know how long our journey would be, but I think it’s safe to keep my distance from Sebastian.

“Dylan…”

I was startled when I heard Grant’s voice behind me. I quickly turned around. I saw him

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standing behind me, a few feet away from where I was standing. He frowned when he noticed that I was a bit jumpy.

“Did I startle you? What’s going on?” he asked.

I forced a smile on my face to hide the uneasiness inside me. I wonder why I never felt that same intense feeling towards Grant, even though he constantly reminds me that he is my husband. Is it possible to be more attracted to a stranger than your husband?

“I–I’m okay. Just feeling a bit anxious with everything going on,” I replied, trying to reassure Grant.

He studied my face in silence, his expression unreadable. When he finally smiled, I let out a sigh of relief. As he approached me, he reached out and gently took hold of my arms.

“Don’t worry. Once we’re back home, everything will become clear,” Grant reassured me with a reassuring squeeze.

We stood there, his comforting presence easing my worries, when Sebastian suddenly appeared on the deck. “Blaire–” He halted mid–sentence, and his eyes darkened as he realized I wasn’t alone. Eventually, his eyes landed on Grant’s hands,

landed on Grant’s hands, which were holding me.

I’m not sure why, but I had the sudden urge to brush Grant’s hand to the side. I subtly removed Grant’s hand that was holding me when I saw how Sebastian’s jaw tightened.

“How long until we get to the port?” I asked, trying to dispel the tension building around us.

“How long until we reach the port?” I inquired, hoping to diffuse the tension that hung heavy in the air.

“About half an hour,” Sebastian replied in his deep, resonant voice.

Half an hour. It was a manageable timeframe. All I needed to do was steer clear of him at all

costs. The challenge, however, lay in the limited space onboard this te

hide, avoiding him would prove to be quite the feat.

With nowhere to

As the yacht sliced through the gentle waves, I found myself on edge, acutely aware of Sebastian’s presence looming nearby. Every glance in his direction sent a shiver down my spine, reminding me of the tangled web of uncertainty that surrounded us.

Grant’s reassuring smile offered some semblance of comfort, but beneath the surface, I could sense his own apprehension. His grip on my arms tightened slightly, a silent reassurance that we were in this together.

But as the minutes ticked by, tension hung heavy in the air, suffocating any attempt at conversation. I could feel Sebastian’s gaze lingering on me, his eyes burning with unspoken questions. It was only a matter of time before the silence became unbearable.

I breathe out a sigh of relief when I can already see the port after a couple of minutes. I’m

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glad that this journey is finally over and we’re so close to finding out the truth.

When we alight from the yacht, there are two cars waiting for us..

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“I’ll lead the way. Just follow us,” Grant said before gently holding my arm and guiding me towards the black sedan, which I assume was his car.

But we hadn’t taken a few more steps away when Sebastian suddenly grabbed my other arm, preventing me from moving away.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for Blaire to go with you,” he said in a cold tone.

“No one’s asking your opinion,” Grant replied with the same coldness before pulling me once again. But as soon as he did that, Sebastian tightened his grip on my arm. They look like they’re playing tug of war, but instead of a rope, they are holding me on both sides.

“It’s not an opinion, it’s a statement,” Sebastian said.

Grant sneered, “What are you afraid of? That I will take Dylan and run away? Don’t worry, I have no reason to do that. On the contrary, I’m more eager to prove to you that this woman right here is not your wife but mine. She’s Dylan, not Blaire.”

I was a little bit surprised by Grant’s sudden urge to prove his identity as my husband. I was expecting that he would be bothered by Sebastian’s sudden appearance, yet I’m seeing the total opposite.

Before we left the island, my mind was already leaning towards Sebastian. But right now, I’m totally confused. Does this mean Grant was telling the truth?

“I’m only going to believe your words when I see them with my own eyes. Until then, she’s to Blaire to me.” He then tried to pull me toward his side once again.

As expected, Grant did the same. “Why don’t we just ask Dylan which one she wants to go with?”

I was caught by surprise when suddenly both their eyes locked on me. They were staring at me, waiting for my answer. My gaze keeps shifting between the two of them. And when my eyes locked with Sebastian, I suddenly held my breath. His gaze sends jolts of electricity through every fiber of my being.

“I’m going with Grant,” I finally answered.

I felt a lump in my throat when I saw the pain in Sebastian’s eyes when he heard my answer. I wanted to console him, but I quickly stopped myself. Until I’m sure who’s telling the truth, I can’t let my feelings sway me.

I choose Grant not because I trust him, but because I don’t trust myself whenever I’m around Sebastian. He has the power to shuffle my head and make my heart race.

“You heard the lady,” Grant said before brushing Sebastian’s arm aside. Grant was smiling

triumphantly as we walked towards his car. He opened the door for me.

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I looked at Sebastian, who was standing a few feet away from us one last time. My heart was stricken as I watched the pain and longing in his eyes. I looked away before getting inside the

car.

Grant immediately went around and went to the driver’s seat. “Let’s go home,” he uttered excitedly.

But it was the opposite of what is inside my heart right now. I have a feeling that something is wrong, but I can’t say which one it is. Why does Sebastian manage to make my heart race as soon as he lays eyes on me? A feeling that I never felt with Grant, who I’ve been staying with for the last six months.

I looked in the side mirror and saw Sebastian’s car following us behind. I blew a loud sigh as I felt a heavy feeling inside my chest as I watched him from afar.

There’s definitely something wrong with me.

The whole drive has been silent. I was so focused on looking outside the window that I didn’t notice that our car had stopped in front of a huge house.

“We’re here,” Grant uttered, which brought me back from my reverie.

We get out of the car. It didn’t take long before Sebastian arrived as well. Grant led the way inside the house. While we were walking inside, I could feel the strong, towering presence of Sebastian behind me. I can sense the warmth of his body despite our distance. It was as if my body was yearning for his touch.

With those thoughts in my head, I was startled when my back suddenly bumped into his hard–chiseled chest.

I quickly turned around to apologize. “I–I’m sorry—” I frowned when I noticed him when his eyes were fixed behind me. He looked pale, as if he saw a ghost. It also seems that he didn’t notice that I was standing right in front of him and that our bodies were a few inches away from one another.

I wondered why he seemed so surprised all of a sudden. I followed his gaze to see what had caught his attention. My jaw fell open when I saw what was behind me.

In the spacious living room, right in the center where the two staircases met, hung a large wedding photo of Grant and me. It was impossible to miss, almost like it was put there to welcome the guest.

And as I continue to look around the living room, I can see pictures of us displayed in every corner of the house.

“Now that you see it for yourself, do you believe me now?” Grant said.

What the hell is going on here?

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