[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 50: You’re mine and only mine

Elijah’s grip on me tightened even further. He pulled me so close that our lips were mere inches apart. I could feel his hot, sensual breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. "Just dancing," I replied, attempting to sound casual, but my voice betrayed my anxiety.

His grip tightened even more around me. "Is that what you call it?" he asked, his tone laced with jealousy and frustration.

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. The vigor of his gaze and the firmness of his hold left me speechless. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in this charged moment.

"It seems like you’re enjoying it too much," A growl rumbled through his chest making my spine tinglinh.

My breath hitched, and my body trembled with excitement and fear when his finger tightened around my fingers.

I could feel his anger and jealousy. The possessiveness in his touch was intoxicating. I wanted to give in to it, to surrender to the desire that was building inside of me. But I knew that if I did, there would be no turning back.

He whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Do you have any idea what you’re doing?"

My heart raced even faster, and I felt a mix of fear and exhilaration. This was what I’d wanted, wasn’t it? To make him feel something, anything, for me. But now that I had his attention, I wasn’t sure how to handle it.

The music continued to play, but I barely heard it. All I could focus on was the man holding me, his hand moved to the small of my back, pulling me even closer until our bodies were pressed together.

"Elijah," I managed to say, my voice trembling. "I—" free𝑤ebnovel.com

"Shh," he interrupted, his fingers brushing against my cheek. "Just dance with me."

So I did. We moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync despite the disruption happening inside me. Every step, every touch, seemed to heighten the tension between us. I could feel Elijah’s jealousy, his possessiveness, and something else—a protectiveness that I hadn’t expected.

His grip on me was hard, almost punishing, and yet it sent a thrill through me. His touch was rough, his fingers digging into my skin, and it was comforting and soothing. This was the attention I’d craved, the proof that I mattered to him.

The music changed, and so did the dance. I was spun around, only to be pulled back into Elijah’s arms instead of any other partner.

The man who was supposed to dance with me approached, but stopped awkwardly, glancing between us.

"Uh, I think it’s time to switch," the man said, clearly unsure of what to do.

Elijah ignored him, his gaze never leaving mine. "He’s staying with me," he announced firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The man hesitated, looking at the determined expression on Elijah’s face, then backed away slowly, probably understanding that it was best not to interfere.

I didn’t even look at the man. My eyes were locked on Elijah, the feels of his hand on my waist was making me feel weak. The song changed again, and I was pulled flush against Elijah’s chest.

"What are you doing?" I asked when I couldn’t take it anymore.

"Dancing," he replied simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"This is not how it works," I said.

"I’m changing the rules," he replied simply.

"Elijah—"

"You can’t dance with anyone else," he made it clear.

I smirked. "Says who?"

"Me." His eyes were filled with fire, they were burning right through me. "Your boss and your...husband."

My heart fluttered and the butterflies in my stomach came to life.

"You belong to me," he let out through his gritted teeth. "Do you understand that? I can’t stand seeing you in the arms of another man. If I could, I wouldn’t let you even look in the direction of anyone else, man or woman."

"Every touch, every glance, every word you speak belongs to me. You don’t get to share that with anyone else." He took a step closer, his face inches from mine, his breath hot and heavy. "I don’t care about the rules of this dance or this party. You are mine, and I won’t stand by and watch you entertain anyone else."

He paused, his jaw clenched as if he was struggling to control himself. "Seeing you with that man, smiling at him, letting him touch you—it drives me insane. You have no idea what it does to me. I want to claim you, to mark you as mine so that everyone knows who you belong to."

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "Elijah, I—"

"No," he interrupted again and I shiver from the darkness in his voice. "You need to understand that I won’t share you. I won’t let anyone else think they can have a piece of you. You’re mine, and I will protect what is mine, even if it means keeping you away from everyone else."

His voice dropped to a dangerously low whisper, "If I have to hurt you or anyone else to keep you for myself, I don’t mind doing it. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you whole for me."

I felt my heart skip a beat. Damn, I thought, shocked by his words. Why does he look so obsessed with me?

"Seeing you with anyone else, it drives me to the edge. I can’t stand the thought of you being touched or even looked at by someone else."

"Why do you look so shocked?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. "You should know by now how far I’m willing to go to keep you."

He stopped moving, making me halt too. I was still in a daze, reeling from his possessive words. Without a word, he gripped my hand and dragged me out of the party. My mind was racing, trying to process everything until I noticed we had reached the car.

Elijah hurriedly opened the car door and roughly pushed me inside. I stumbled into the seat, still lost in my thoughts. His intensity was overwhelming, leaving me confused and strangely exhilarated.

"Elijah, what are you doing?" I managed to ask, my voice shaky.

He didn’t answer immediately, slamming the car door shut and getting in on the other side. His face turned to look at me and before I could speak again, his hand snaked up to the nape of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.

It was a demanding, fierce kiss, one that took my breath away. I felt the heat rising in my cheeks as Elijah’s lips moved against mine, claiming me. His tongue invaded my mouth, exploring every inch, and I melted against him, letting him take control.

The kiss was raw and passionate, fueled by his jealousy and possessiveness. It left me breathless and wanting more.

When we parted, Elijah’s eyes were burning with desire.

"Stick your tongue out," he commanded between his heavy gasps.

I hesitantly complied, sticking my tongue out a little. Elijah’s hand moved to the back of my head, gripping my hair tightly, and he leaned in, capturing my tongue with his mouth.

"Mmngh!" A small gasp escaped my lips, and I felt the familiar tingling sensation between my thighs. Elijah’s lips moved hungrily, devouring my tongue, and I couldn’t help but moan softly.

He sucked on it with a deliberate slowness, his lips forming a tight seal around it. The sensation was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

His hands slid down my arms, pinning them to the wall as he continued his assault on my mouth. He alternated between sucking on my tongue and teasing it with his own, driving me to the brink of madness. Every time I tried to pull away for air, he would deepen the kiss, pulling me back in with an insatiable hunger