Chapter CHAPTER 180
Her heartbeat slowed.
Even her blood seemed to have stopped flowing.
The trepidation she felt when she came out of the bathroom was gone now.
Replaced by a hollow feeling.
Like there was a gaping hole in her heart.
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When she spoke, her voice was as calm as his.
"You're right. I'll be throwing away a perfectly good opportunity if I don't ask for anything in the divorce. After all, you have more money than I can ever dream of." She ignored the pain coming from her shoulder and her heart.
'But I don't think I should be the one to offer a quote. You slept with me for a year. You're the customer. How much do
ou think my services are worth?
If he thought she was divorcing him for money, so be it.
As long as she could leave him, it didn't matter what he thought of her.
Austyn balled his hands into fists.
'It's been a long time since I last availed myself of your...services."
He watched her.
Her big, round eyes were lowered, hooded by her lashes.
He couldn't tell what she was thinking.
"I can't give you an estimate until I've tried it again."
With that, he crushed his lips to hers.
Kira wanted to resist.
But she could barely move.
He pressed his full weight against her, knocking the air out of her lungs.
She was forced to open her mouth to breathe.
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when he thrust his tongue inside.
Kira scratched his chin.
Austyn pulled back, hissing-
Her nails had drawn blood.
The coppery smell unleashed the beast in the man.
Austyn pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand.
When she raised her knee to kick him, he held her down and forced her legs apart.
Kira gasped.
Austyn tore at her t-shirt and jeans, his movements rough and punishing.
She could feel Ausiyn's desire pushing against her thigh.
Kira turned her face away.
Her cheek was pressed against the cool sheets.
She couldn't see.
Tears stung her eyes.
She gave up struggling.
What was the point?
She as much as called herself a whore just now.
He was just exercising his rights as a 'customer.'
Kira closed her eyes.
Austyn paused when he sensed she'd stopped moving.
He looked up.
Her face was turned away.
He touched a finger to her cheek and felt wetness.
She was crying.
Austyn pulled back.
He got off the bed and turned on the bedside lamp.
Kira's face was buried in the sheets.
Her shoulders trembled.
Austyn put a hand on her left shoulder.
She struggled out of his hold.
He lowered his head to get a closer look at her face.
Kira shoved him hard.
Her palm connected with his jaw.
Austyn bit his tongue.
'Fuck!'
He tasted blood.
With more force this time, he grabbed her shoulder and spun her around to face him.
Kira raised her arm.
Thinking she was about to slap him, Austyn slammed a hand on her wrist and pinioned her to the bed.
There was a soft crack from her shoulder.
Kira gritted her teeth and bit back a moan.
He glared at her.
She glared back.
When Austyn shifted his weight, Kira seized the opportunity, kneed him in the stomach and sprang out of bed. she can. Austyn swore and chased after her.
He had longer legs and caught up with her before she made it past the sofa.
He held her down on the sofa.
Kira thrashed and grabbed whatever she could find and threw it at him.
Porcelain vase.
A lamp.
A pack of cigarettes.
A lighter.
A book
Then the landline phone.
Downstairs, Elsie listened to the loud crash and bang and shook her head.
'What kind of kinky sex are they having up there?"
The housekeeper decided to make herself scarce.
Given Young Master's stamina, the noise was going to last for quite a while.
Austyn ducked but was hit by an ashtray.
It landed on his bare foot.
"Are you crazy?" he shouted above the noise of a candlestick smashing onto the floor.
He had no idea the coffee table held so many things.
'Yes I'm crazy! Crazy people can kill without getting charged! You better stay away from me!"
Kira groped for more things to throw.
When her hand came up empty, Austyn pounced on her and dragged her off the sofa.
Kira bumped her head against the carpeted floor and saw black spots.
She kicked out blindly.
Austyn shifted his body to dodge the attack.
Kira's leg connected with the coffee table.
It toppled over, the last teacup remaining on its surface clattered to the floor.