Benson

Chapter 301: Sharkles of Jealousy

Themess, relieved, quickly left as Yvonne watched her disappear down the hallway. She then turned back, firmly pushing the door closed, determined not to let Benson in

However, the door wouldn’t shut completly. Wenne looked down and saw that Benson had wedged his foot between the door and the frame, preventing it from closing Ashrambe spaced ach face as he leccefully pushed the food cat out of the way, squeezing his body through the door to enter the room.

“Benson, who we you permission to come could report you for this, you-

Bele venne could find her sentence, Benson auddenly upped her face and kissed her hard.

The kit was filled with pat–up–emotions and anger, catching her completely guard

Yvonne latincirely tried to resist, but Benson pushed her against the door with a face that let her breathless.

A so that echoed through the room as the door closed nightly, sealing them off from the outside world

Benson’s emotions erupted at that moment; he could no longer tolerate her rejection.

Seeing enemy balding her eller had already pushed him to the brink of losing control. Now, jealousy and anger surged through him like a flood, overwhelming his senses. His kiss was apposte, as he was trying to reclaim her through sheer furce.

His Eagers intertwined with hers, gripping tightly as i trying to relive the moments they had once shared together

Benson had abeys held her hand like this dining their time together, as if by doing so, he could keep her close forever

But Yvonne’s pesistance was just as strong, she turned her head and hit down hard on his lip

Benson froze for a moment, but he didn’t let go

Years of being together had made him familiar with Yvonne’s littles of defiance, and seeing her like this only led his desire even more.

He slightly lifted his head, Ecking the blood from his lip, his eyes burning with a mad possessiveness.

“Didn’t let me in, so you lett allm? What did you do? Couldn’t even walk in broad daylight, needed to be carried, huh?”

son’s voice was low and mocking, his leg pressing against her knee to keep her pinned in place.

Seeing her stubbom refusal to back down only seemed to give him a twisted sense of satisfaction

Wonne’s eyes blazed with anger as she bither lip, using to submit.

Beton’s gaze grew even more intense. He wiped the blood from his lip and mod down to whisper in her ear

“A beautiful woman with a strong will only makes a man want to conquer her, to see her melt”

Yvonne’s breathing quickened; she knew Denson’s personality well enough to recognize that he was completely out of control

She needed to stay calm, to indawayout of this dancerous situation.

Hut Benson’s strength and determination let her feeling powerless. He had her trapped between the door and his body, making it impossible for her to move. His eyes were like sharp blades, cutting into her as he spoke in a voice dripping with provocation and jealousy. “Did he kiss you like this?”

Yvonne’s heart pounded as she realized that her answer could have serious consequences. She tried t

d to push him away.

“Get off me! with dil, so what? Benson, we’re divorced! Diced Let me go, or 1 sweat 12— “Report me?” Besan interrupted with a cold laugh. Then his expression stened slightly as he looked at her lips, and from anger.

He leaned and pressed is to her lips, so soft that ithther off

“Go ahead..report me,” he whispered in her ear, his dark eyes smoldering. “But I still want you.”

h that, Benson tightened his grip on her and lifted her, pressing her against the door.

His øyes were filled with a wild intensity “Even if he touched you I’ll cover it with my own marks.”

He was consumed by jealousy. It was the torrent that had washed away all his rationality.

Hebit her neck and roughly groped her body, as if he wanted to climber entirely.

Fest surged through Yvonne as she struggled, but his strength was omheining, leaving her feeling helpless.

*You bastard! You-“Her poorest was cut off by his forceful

The kiss was filled with a deep, possessive need. His hands gripped her waist rightly, as if trying to her with him. Temer gripped Yvonne, not just for herself but for the child she was carrying.

Herice tembled with dear. “Benson, you can’t…

But Benson was beyond hearing any reasoning All he could see washer, and all he could think about was Jerenity

He couldn’t be the thought of that ma touching her of them being so close

Every time the image crossed his mind, his chest filled with rage and jealing that threatened to tear him apart.

Il www a hot summer in June, and Yvonne was only wearing a black shirt and khaki pants.

Her shirt had come undone during the struggle, revealing her salt, paleckin.

Benson’s peer locked onto her like a predator eyeing its pery.

His fingers trailed to her collar, slowly unbuttoning the remaining buttons, his eyes burning with an intense desire

I had bentong, far too long since he had felt this ww about her. His longing had grown into an uncontrollable obsession.

Noter what had happened between her and jeremy, he was determined to take her back to

her his again

Chapter 301 Shackles of tousy

Yvonne’s shirt was now half–open, and Benson’s hands roamed over her, savoring the feel of her like a precious treasure reclaimed.

Perhaps due to the pregnancy, her body was incredibly sensitive, and she let out an involuntary whimper.

The sound only ruled Benson’s desire further, igniting the flames within him.

He kissed her harder, his lips and tongue demanding and unyielding.

Suddenly, he lifted her onto his shoulder and carried her toward the bedroom, like a wild beast eager to claim its prize.

Yonne instinctively wrapped her arms around her stomach, her heart pounding with fear and helplessness.

She tried to stay calm, but when she saw Benson starting to undress, tears welled up in her eyes.

“Benson, don’t make me hate you…” she choked out, her voice trembling with despair and pain as tears streamed down her face.

She couldn’t understand why he was being so cruel, disregarding her condition and the child he had once insisted the abort, forcing himself on her like this.

Benson passed, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes, but it was quickly buried under the weight of his jealousy.

“You’re crying for Jeremy?” he sneered, kneeling beside her, his fingers litting her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“If I have you, will he still want you?”

His voice was low, laced with both threat and mockery.

Through her tear–blurred vision, Yvonne could see the burning intensity in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour her completely. She closed her eyes in defeat, feeling despair wash over her like a rising tide, drowning her bit by bit.

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