Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 286: Never underestimate your enemy...

Taking a deep breath, Davis stood up and walked over to the door, turning the key to ensure it was locked.

Jessica, settling on the bed, felt her eyelids already dropping over each other. It had been a stressful day, and all

she wanted in that moment—was sleep.

She glanced at the light supplementary dish Deborah had brought in earlier. Her gaze then settled on Davis.

Slowly, she climbed out of the bed. Standing with his back to her, unbuttoning his cufflinks, Davis felt an arm

wrap around his waist. Slowly and gently, he pried it away and turned to face her.

Holding up her face to meet his gaze, "What is it?" His voice was sonorous, several emotions swirling through

their gazes.

The atmosphere shifted—sparks and feelings flew. Studying her for a moment, he lowered his head and captured

her lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

Jessica slowly withdrew her hands from his waist, wrapping them around his neck as she pulled him closer,

responding with the sfervour.

Slowly, garments were peeled off. With a swift sweep, he carried her bridal-style, her arms wrapped around his

neck, and laid her gently onto the bed, never breaking the kiss.

He had longed to do this for stime, but there had always been the standing concern about their baby. He

wasn't ready to risk anything because of his desires. Though reassured by the doctor, he had chosen to wait.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked as his hand caressed her bare arm. Jessica stared briefly at his face. In

response, she slowly pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

His thumb traced the line of her collarbone, moving slowly, reverently to the hollow of her neck. He dipped his

head, trailing kisses down her collar. Her breath hitched, her body heating with each touch, trembling, yet

ignited by flames of desire.

His hand slid to her back, carefully unzipping the gown, slowly drawing it down her bodice. From her stomach, he

caressed her gently, as though memorizing every detail of her body. The gown slid further, stopping at the baby

bump.

Lifting himself slightly, he trailed kisses across her stomach, his breath tickling her skin and sending waves of

desire through her.

Her breath cin shallow gasps. He pressed a lingering kiss on the bump and, with gentle care, pulled the

dress away, leaving her in her underwear.

His eyes roamed her body, taking in every part of her. Jessica felt her cheeks flush under his gaze, yet she

couldn't look away. "Babe, you're beautiful," he whispered.

He unbuckled his belt, slowly undressing. Despite their years of marriage, she still couldn't bring herself to look.

Her hands covered her face, eyes peeking through her fingers.

"Still shy?" he teased. "Why don’t you get the courage to have a look?"

Fully undressed, he lowered himself again, feeling every inch of her against him. Heat coursed through their

bodies, desire rising like a tide.

His hand cupped her breast. Pulling away from the kiss, his mouth found her nipple. She moaned with pleasure.

His other hand cupped her other breast, pressing rhythmically.

Slowly, he traced down her side, from her stomach to her hips, fumbling with her curves, holding her firmly—

possessively. Jessica moaned again, her hand sliding through his hair and along his back.

His fingers found their way to her thighs, already wet and waiting. His cock hardened, and he groaned softly.

Carefully, he entered her, thrusting gently and slowly, mindful of her condition.

As they climaxed, they held each other tighter, then slowly relaxed.

"I'm tired... want to sleep," she murmured, seeking a comfortable position. Her hand draped over him, her head

resting on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. She sighed in contentment and slowly closed her eyes.

Davis shook his head helplessly. Gently, he cleaned her up and dressed her in a comfortable nightwear.

Glancing at the clock, it was already three in the morning—and the dish remained untouched.

He settled beside her, and with a click, the room plunged into darkness. He shut his eyes.

~Night club Elsewhere~

Everett Nightclub in Country Y was well known. Its affluence was top-notch, its services open only to the elite

and power players of the city. Its environment screamed wealth and gold, but one thing remained elusive and

mysterious—its owner.

Desmond, with his assistant at the wheel, calmly drove into the underground parking lot of the club. His gaze

was frosty, jaw tight, and fists clenched on his thighs.

As the car pulled to a stop and the headlights dimmed, Desmond glanced at his wristwatch. "A few hours before

dusk," he muttered.

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ruined his health.

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"At this point, you're still worried about Davis? A man who's already given up the world since his accident—and

is crippled?"

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A throb pounded in his temples. He hadn't expected to be so careless.

"Why didn’t | finish things off when he was lying helpless in the hospital?" he thought.

"Cto think of it... even the wife can’t be simple. How could they hide themselves so well? And in which

country have they really been?"

Sitting in the back seat, eyes closed in contemplation, he sighed, voice low. "Rick, never underestimate your

enemy."