Chapter 823 The First Time
He abruptly increased his strength, and a feeling of suffocation followed. “Even if something goes wrong, Morgan will do everything he can to get you out, won’t he!”
Dexter moved closer, his thin lips pressing against her lower jaw, almost brushing against her ear. Josie felt a chill down her spine, gasping for breath. “Who gave you the video?”
“I’ve told you before,” Dexter said, noticing her flushed face and slightly loosening his grip. “Morgan and Wayne are partners.”
It’s Morgan… Josie was somewhat reluctant to believe it. Not long ago, he said he could help me.
Seeing the calculating look in her eyes, Dexter quickly guessed what she was thinking. He scoffed. “You’re courting death, thinking you can make Morgan bow his head. You’re too full of yourself.”
He spoke those words with anger. Evidently, he was upset. Josie tilted her head back, grabbing his wrist, trying to break free.
“My ex-wife is quite capable. All the men around her are big shots.” Dexter curled his thin lips in mockery. “But she isn’t very smart, allowing herself to be used by each one of them. Tell me, what does it take for her to realize that I am her only pillar of support?”
Josie felt suffocated, listening to him.
Whenever Dexter went on a rampage, he wouldn’t stop until his anger was vented.
“You, huh? You’ve been taking Heather to important events. Isn’t that your way of announcing to the world that she’s the future Mrs. Russell?” Josie asked him, word by word. Aren’t you the same? You’re someone who will stop at nothing for the sake of profit?”
Dexter’s eyes were unfathomably deep as he held her chin, forcing her to part her lips. “Such a sharp tongue you have. Has Morgan kissed it yet?”
“You!”
“He taught you how to play the piano.” His voice carried the calm before the storm of rage.
“What else did he teach you?” The man’s hand, adorned with rosary beads, slowly extended downward, a roughness laced its languid movement.
The sound of her zipper being pulled down rang out.
Josie screamed, baung down on the back of his hand, “Dexter! You beast!”
Dexter didn’t hold bark at all He knew exactly where she was most sensitive and was particularly intense Scring her complex expression as she ulted her head back in embarra*sment, he chuckled lightly “Has Morgan ever seep you like dus! I don’t think so. Your first time was with me
“Dexter’ I swear Fifcall the patice! Josie was almost out of breath and even though she had baten his Land hard crengh to draw blood by all wouldn’t let go pet hearing that in pressed deeper Josie sop to risks others have taught you on me I find it repulsive
“We’re already divorced. You have no right to control me anymore.” Josie took a deep breath, like a fish out of water.
“Your body is more honest than your words.” Dexter coldly observed her conflicted demeanor. Finally, his irritation dissipated.
Josie closed her eyes in defeat, realizing that her body, which he had trained, was now beyond even her own control.
She didn’t know how much time had pa*sed when she shivered all over. Dexter finally let her go, pulling out a piece of paper to clean his fingers. “Even if we’re divorced, you’re still my woman.”
Josie’s lips trembled, unable to utter a single word. He opened the car door. “When we get back to Wavery, I’ll give you a gift.”
The night wind blew in, dispersing the scent of intimacy. Josie transitioned from burning pa*sion to cool calmness, shivering slightly. She stumbled out of the car, looking at him as if he were a demon. “Beast.”
Dexter didn’t mind. The driver had already gotten into the car. He spoke up. “Drive.”
The vehicle sped off, its exhaust fumes swirling into nothingness. Josie felt weak, wishing nothing more than to kill Dexter.
