[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 67: Let’s begin the game of seduction

Ash’s pov ;

He guided me through the doorway and into a bright, spacious room. I followed his footsteps as he led me towards the open balcony, where a gleaming telescope was set up, its metal frame glinting in the moonlight.

"Here," he said with a smile, gesturing to the instrument. "Take a look."

Curiosity piqued, I peered through the eyepiece and my eyes widened in wonder. A meteor shower was painting the sky with streaks of light and colours. The sight was nothing short of breathtaking.

I watched in awe as each blazing meteor shot across the vast expanse of darkness, filling me with a sense of awe and amazement. It was like being part of something magical and larger than life.

"Wow," I gasped, struggling to find words to describe the beauty before me.

Elijah chuckled softly beside me, his amusement evident. "Beautiful, isn’t it?" he asked, his voice filled with pride. "I knew you’d love it."

I could only nod, still unable to tear my gaze away from the incredible display above us.

"This is amazing," I finally murmured, my heart overflowing with joy and astonishment.

"You have no idea how hard it was to secure an exact spot for this view," Elijah confessed, his tone soft but full of excitement. "But it’s worth every effort, don’t you think?"

With a wide grin, I nodded once again. This was more than worth it- it was pure magic.

"I’ve booked us a room here so we can watch the meteor shower until late," he revealed in his low and husky voice.

My heart fluttered at his words, my stomach flipping with anticipation. All I could do was smile in response, completely entranced by the captivating scene before me and the man beside me who had made it all possible.

My heart flew out of my chest as a warm smile spread across my face. The sight before me was indescribably beautiful- a vast expanse of deep blue sky speckled with twinkling stars, and the occasional streak of light from a passing shooting star.

"Thank you," I whispered, barely able to take my eyes off the breathtaking scene above us.

We stood in awe, watching the meteor shower in blissful silence. The atmosphere was electric, the air thick with excitement and tension. It was hard to believe that it was Elijah, the man who had caused me so much misery, who had planned this magical surprise for us.

Lost in the beauty of the moment, I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with this peaceful place and the mesmerising meteor shower that danced above us.

But soon enough, Elijah spoke again, though I couldn’t bring myself to turn away from the sky.

"I want to live like this with you," he said softly, his words barely audible over the sound of my racing heart. "Every day together like this- it’s such a simple thing, but it would make me so happy."

My heart fluttered in my chest at his words. No, I told myself sternly. This is not the time for emotions.

"It’s not that easy," I replied firmly, struggling against the overwhelming desire to give in to him. "If I could, I would never forgive you. I want you to suffer ten times more than I did. But...I also want to forget everything. And if I could just stay here, like this, with you...I would."

"Then stay," Elijah pleaded, his voice full of desperation. "Please, Ash. Stay with me."

My lips were sealed, not out of choice but out of fear. Even if he claimed to have changed, I couldn’t shake off the nagging worry about my own fate. What if I ended up like in the past? My past was stained with mistakes and regrets, and I was far from being a good person. I had always tried my best to bury those memories, but they always managed to resurface in my nightmares.

And my biggest fear is him finding him the truth of my past.

But he had no right to judge me, not when he didn’t know the full extent of what I had been through. The trauma and pain I had endured were my burdens alone, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to share them with him. Would he still want me if he knew the truth?

But then again, he wasn’t exactly a saint himself. He was a monster, a man who had manipulated and toyed with me for years on end. How could he even dare to ask for forgiveness or acceptance?

I had spent so long living without any self-respect, constantly looking over my shoulder. And now that I finally had a chance to break free, I refused to let it slip away. Only I knew the ache of longing for love and affection from this man who had only ever hurt me.

And now he expected me to stay, claiming to have changed? No amount of words or apologies could erase the scars he had left on me. No, I wasn’t going to fall for his lies again. I may have been desperate for love in the past, but I wasn’t stupid enough to believe his empty promises now.

However, now a deep twisted part of me wonders that if he could use and throw me and then get me back, why can’t I do the same? Why can’t I take revenge on him for hurting me for so long? Why can’t I use him for his body when he used me for his sexual satisfaction?

The thought made me sick. But a twisted side of my brain was screaming.

’Revenge him’.

’Revenge him and break him’.

’Break him like how he broke you’.

I had already made my decision, and now that Elijah is offering me a chance, I won’t miss it.

If he thinks he can play with my feelings then, he has another thing coming. I’m going to use him until the end and make him pay for his mistakes.

I smirked, feeling my heart flutter at the thought. "Fine, I’ll stay," I said, feigning defeat. "I’ll stay, but only until the contract ends. After that, we’ll see."

I glanced over at him, and he seemed like he was about to jump with joy. "Really?" he asked, his voice full of hope and excitement. "You’ll stay with me?"

"I said, I’ll think about it," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"I’ll make sure you stay," Elijah grinned, his eyes glinting with determination. "I’ll do whatever it takes!"

He suddenly brought me into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around me, and he whispered in my ear. "I promise you, I will make you happy."

As he hugged me, the smell of his cologne invaded my nostrils, and I felt the familiar rush of arousal. I can’t deny that his smell and his hug are making me hard.

Fuck! How can a mere hug have this much affect on me?

I struggled to maintain control as his hand slid down my side, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. ’Control yourself, Ash. This is not the time,’ I thought, my mind racing with desire and frustration.

But Elijah, the devil that he was, didn’t make it easy for me. His lips brushed against my ear as his hand caressed my ass, sending shivers down my spine and I sucked in a deep breath. "Are you getting excited?" he whispered seductively.

"Shut up," I snarled, slapping his chest in an attempt to regain some semblance of control. "I’m not a pervert like you."

He chuckled softly, his voice deep and alluring. "Liar," he teased me, his hand slipping lower to cup my ass firmly and squeeze. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, my body betraying me as I felt the rush of pleasure from his touch. Damn, how much I missed his hands on me.

Resisting him was becoming increasingly difficult. He was the one who should be resisting, not me. So, I smirked wickedly at the thought of making him lose control for once.

I would make him beg. Make him beg and scream.

My cock twitched at the thought, and I bit back a moan. Elijah noticed my reaction and grinned smugly, knowing full well the effect he had on me. In retaliation, I pressed my hips forward and ground our clothed erections together in a deliberate manner, determined to teach him a lesson in self-control.

A sharp intake of breath escaped his lips, and his fingers dug into my skin with fervent desperation. "Don’t play games with me, love" he groaned, his voice strained and needy.

"I’m not playing games," I replied innocently, but the smirk on my face betrayed my true intentions. Already, his body was responding to my touch, the hard length of him pressing against me in anticipation.

"Be careful what you wish for," he warned darkly, his voice dripping with desire. "I may not be able to control myself."

I couldn’t resist taunting him, grinding my hips against him in a tantalising rhythm. "Or else what?" I challenged him teasingly, feeling emboldened by the intense electricity between us.

His eyes narrowed as lust sparked in them. "Or else I’ll..."

"What? Punish me?" I completed for him, relishing in the thrilling game I was playing with him.

"You are so bad," he breathed, his gaze intense and full of lust. Our eyes locked, and I felt my heart race at the intensity of his stare.

Before he could make good on his warning, I pulled away playfully.

"I think I want something to eat," I announced casually, trying to hide the rush of adrenaline coursing through me.

He looked surprised and frustrated as he reached out to grab my hand and pull me back towards him. "Wait a minute," he protested.

My stomach growled loudly, betraying the fact that I was starving. I couldn’t help but whine and give him a pleading puppy look. "Please, can we eat something now?"

He studied me for a moment, his piercing gaze searching mine. I tried my best to keep a serious expression, but I couldn’t resist the urge to smile. Seeing him so pitiful was almost amusing. God! He looks so heart broken as if he was denied his favourite candy.

"I mean...we should at least...before dinner," He stopped as I gave him a confused look. "you’re right. We should have dinner," he finally said, letting out a defeated sigh.

I beamed at him gratefully. "Thank you."

Despite the obvious discomfort he was in from his blue balls, he flashed me a wide smile. "Anything for you, my dear husband."

Reaching out, he took my hand in his and led me back inside.

Little did he know, I was secretly enjoying making him suffer and seeing how desperate he could become. While all I wanted was for him to fuck me hard, I also wanted to have some fun first.

This was bound to be a long and tempting night.

He wasn’t known for his patience, and I planned on pushing him to his limits before giving in to his desires.

How long would he last before pouncing on me?

I couldn’t wait to find out. And with the whole night ahead of us, I had plenty of time to tease and tempt him until he could no longer resist.

Damn! Just thinking about it made me shiver with excitement, feeling my cock twitch with anticipation.

Seducing him was going to be even more exhilarating than I had imagined.

So let the game of seduction begin.

Let the fun truly begin.