Chapter 645:
Elyse turned her face away, squeezing her eyes shut. Each passing second fueled Jayden’s anger; her resolve to divorce only intensified his fury. He strode toward her, scooping her into a tight embrace. A startled gasp escaped her lips.
Driscoll tried to intervene, but Jayden’s icy rebuke silenced him: “This doesn’t concern you.” Driscoll’s heart sank; he stopped, bowing his head.
Even in Jayden’s grip, Elyse fought back, twisting and kicking. “Get off me! Let me go!” Her defiance did little to faze him. His steps carried them relentlessly toward the bedroom. With a rough shove, he threw her onto the bed.
“Ah!” she cried. Before she could react, Jayden was on top of her, pinning her down. Terror gripped her. Her hands pressed against his chest. “What—what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice laced with fear.
Jayden’s gaze was an abyss, dark and swirling with possessive hunger. His rough hands snaked beneath her dress, igniting a primal fire as they grazed her skin. Elyse hadn’t felt such raw desire in ages, and her body betrayed her resolve, quivering. But she fought to maintain control, her voice trembling. “Stop! I don’t want this!”
“But I do!” Jayden growled, ripping the fabric from her dress.
Elyse’s body trembled under his relentless torment. Desperation bled into her voice. “No, please! I can’t take this anymore!”
“Since when couldn’t you take this?” Jayden taunted, his voice cruel. His fingers worked off his tie, using it to restrain her wrists.
Elyse struggled, but her efforts were in vain. As she kicked, Jayden effortlessly captured her legs, spreading them wide.
A furious blush burned across Elyse’s cheeks as Jayden calmly stripped. Gritting her teeth, she hissed, “You scoundrel! You’re forcing yourself on me! I’m divorcing you!”
Jayden’s gaze met hers, a flicker of mockery in his dark eyes. “How many times have we been through this, Elyse? Do you think you can just leave me? I won’t let you. Shaun’s methods weren’t bad. Maybe I should keep you chained to me too.”
“That’s outrageous!” Her retort was swallowed by Jayden’s possessive kiss. Her anger dissolved into whimpers as he dominated her.
Helplessly pinned, Elyse endured a brutal encounter that left her broken and whimpering. Jayden remained relentless, his eyes blazing with desire. Her body bore the brunt of his relentless thrusts, her voice a weak plea for mercy. “Must you torment me so? I can’t bear this!” Jayden’s eyes narrowed.
“Bear it, woman! You dared to speak of divorce? Do as you please, but know this: you’ll never escape me.”
Elyse shattered. A bloodcurdling scream tore from her throat, tears streaming down her face. Desperation fueled her rage. “I will divorce you! Stop this, you monster!”
Jayden’s laughter was laced with darkness as he intensified his assault, pulverizing her resistance until only whimpers remained.
It was a grueling ordeal that stretched into the night. Exhausted, Elyse collapsed on the bed, devoid of strength. As moments bled into hours, she succumbed to sleep.
When Jayden emerged, clothes in hand, his voice was a harsh command. “Get up. Eat.”
Elyse shook her head weakly, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m not hungry. I just want to sleep.”
Jayden’s voice turned icy as he regarded Elyse’s fluttering eyelids. “If you don’t eat, I’ll make you regret it.”
Elyse heaved a weary sigh. With trembling arms, she pushed herself into a sitting position. Her gaze, filled with defiance mixed with despair, met Jayden’s as she reluctantly accepted the clothes he offered.
Jayden, arms folded, observed Elyse with a hint of amusement. “Seems I misjudged your stamina. Another round wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
Elyse refused to respond. Once rested, she pushed herself off the bed, her body protesting. Turning toward him, she surprised them both with a question that cut through the tension. “How did you get all those old scars?” . . .