A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 191

"This is not someone else's house, we are in Grandpa and Grandma's house. And I bought it for them." Technically, it was also James' house.

His hot breath drifted gently over Maria's ears, tickling her skin. Still, she stuck to her guns. "But they are light sleepers, and you always get carried away and lose control. We're bound to wake them up with all the racket."

"The windows are tightly closed, and they're composed of three layers of hollow glass. This room is practically sound-proof."

Maria shut her mouth then; she didn't have much else to her argument.

Fortunately for her, James really did restrain himself, at least to some extent. Their night activity was shorter than it usually was.

Sometime in the middle of the night, he walked to the bathroom and took a shower. When he returned, he grabbed his phone and settled on a small couch on the other side of the room.

Maria sat up in bed with a flat expression. "Since you dislike me so much, why don't you just give up having sex with me altogether?"

James looked back at her in silence. The thing was that he wasn't used to sleeping with another person in the same bed.

But he read the disappointment in her eyes, and he put his phone away and climbed onto bed.

He had barely settled under the covers when Maria promptly turned her back to him.

James reached out to turn the bedside lamp off and snuggled against her. His hand began to roam over her body in the darkness, only to be shaken off by her with more force than necessary.

That took him aback, and he sighed. Were women always this fickle? He had already lain beside her, why was she still mad?

His hands ventured out for the second time, and she shook them off again.

When he was brushed away the third time, James finally lost his patience. He turned Maria over and lay on top of her, pressing her into the mattress with his body. "What are you making a fuss for?" he asked in a deep voice.

"I'm not making any fuss, I just want to sleep. If you keep touching me, I can't sleep."

Her reasoning was pretty logical, but the bite in her words didn't escape James.

He rolled her over so she was cocooned in his arms again. "Now sleep, I won't move," he said, trying to be patient.

'Yeah, right!' Maria retorted in her mind and rolled her eyes in the dark.

She squirmed in his embrace, and James finally snapped. Without a word, he pinned her under his body once again, with more aggression this time.

His intentions hit Maria then, and she scrambled to stop him. She might let him have his way back in Fairview Villa, but only because there was nobody else in the house besides themselves. If he did whatever he wanted here, however, they would definitely make too much noise.

She knew James probably had no shame about the act, but Maria still wanted to maintain some of her dignity.

She grabbed the waist band of her pajama bottoms at the same moment he started to pull them down her legs. "I'm sorry. Let's go to sleep, okay? You can hold " me.

Her apology appeased James and he lay back beside her with satisfaction.

He slid one arm under her head while the other curved around her waist.

Maria thought she could finally get some much-needed rest.

But she was wrong.

As seconds ticked by, the pure, womanly scent coming from her supple skin wafted over James, and he started to sniff and nip at her soft nape. A fire was burning in his body, demanding to be released.

Every time he tried to take it a notch further, though, Maria would be quick to stop him. "Don't move!"

He would pause for a beat then, before going back to rubbing and pressing her arms and thighs.

Who would have thought that the cold and domineering CEO, James Xi, would turn into a restless and clingy man at night?

Maria regretted. She realized that she was wrong. She would never ask him to stay overnight in the future.

Maria eventually fell asleep, not able to hold on any longer. She had no idea what time James slept though.

When she woke up the next day, she was alone in the room.

She fumbled for her phone and looked at the time. It was almost nine o'clock in the morning.

She knew the elders got up early, probably around four or five in the morning. And yet here she was, some five hours later and barely out of bed.