Chapter 7 Does it feel that good?
James's dick was throbbing, aching for some action.
But he couldn't. There were still things he needed to figure out.
And besides, with a woman as wild as her, if he went for it now, would she even feel anything?
If she did, what would that make him?
He didn't want to give her the satisfaction, so he just squeezed harder between her legs, almost cruelly.
His fingers brushed against something sticky at the base of Emily's thigh.
James hesitated, then kept feeling downwards, realizing that the insides of Emily's thighs, from the base to the calves, and down to the ankles, were all sticky.
This sticky feeling was like they had been at it for so long that his cum overflowed, running down her thighs, to her ankles, and finally pooling on the floor.
James's eyes went red instantly.
How many guys had she been with for it to flow down to her ankles?
There were so many men in the dance hall earlier. Even though when he arrived, she was just leaning against one guy's chest.
James's mind was a mess.
The one he saw must have been the last guy, right?
Before he got there, Emily must have already been with a bunch of guys.
Not long ago, they were right here in the Galaxy Club.
While he was having dinner with business partners in a private room, his wife was in the nearby dance hall, spreading her legs and letting so many guys have their way with her, going places her husband never had.
"Emily!" James gritted his teeth. "You're my wife, and you didn't come home at night, which is bad enough, but you dare to go out and sleep with so many men behind my back! Have you no shame!"
Emily knew James had misunderstood. He thought the wine spilled on her was men's cum, but she had no intention of explaining.
What was there to explain?
She had already signed the divorce papers.
Once they got the divorce decree, they would have no legal ties.
A man who had nothing to do with her, did she need to explain her relationships with other men to him?
No way!
Emily looked at James's furious face and spoke coldly, "Mr. Smith, we're already divorced. You have nothing to do with me anymore. No matter who or how many men I sleep with, it has nothing to do with you. Mr. Smith, please face reality. Your favorite woman is Sophia, and your favorite thing to do is to make her feel good under you. As for me, I'm your ex-wife. So it's perfectly normal for me to find other men."
"But we haven't received the divorce decree yet. Legally, you're still my wife." James's hands on Emily's chin and buttocks tightened.
"What's the difference between being married and divorced? You wouldn't sleep with me anyway. Even if we were still in a normal marital relationship, you can sleep with Sophia, so why can't I sleep with other men? Besides, I've already signed the divorce papers. Our divorce is just a matter of time. You have no right to control me!" Emily shot back.
James laughed angrily. "I have no right to control you? Today, I'll show you whether I have the right to control you or not!"
With that, he grabbed Emily's arm and dragged her towards a door in the suite.
James kicked open the fancy door, revealing a bathroom inside.
He tossed Emily in, and before she could steady herself, he grabbed her breasts and ripped her tight camisole apart.
The next second, he picked up the showerhead, turned it on, and cold water poured down Emily's face.
"James, what the hell are you doing?" Water flowed into her nose and mouth, making Emily, who had just steadied herself, cough.
She hugged her body, suddenly feeling a bit scared.
In five years of marriage, although James had rarely treated her kindly, he had never been this angry.
He had never dragged her into the bathroom and sprayed her with the showerhead.
Even at his angriest, it was only when he suspected she wanted to trap Sophia in the elevator that he humiliated her by shoving his dick into her mouth.
This time was totally different.
"What am I doing?" James grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I'm going to clean you up. I absolutely will not accept my woman appearing in front of me with another man's fluids on her."
"James, I... I'm not... I'm not your woman. I... " Emily stammered.
James stopped arguing with Emily, threw away the showerhead, grabbed her waist, and kissed her.
"You... let go." Emily struggled hard.
She recoiled at kissing him, disgusted by the thought of sharing him with Sophia.
Seeing her resistance, James kissed her even harder, his hand on her waist catching some water from the showerhead and then rubbing it vigorously on her labia. "And here. This needs to be cleaned too."
After rubbing for a while, James inserted a finger, found her vagina, and continued to push in. "Here. Any traces left by other men on you must be completely washed away."
A place that had never been touched before was suddenly invaded by a fingertip, causing intense pain, and Emily couldn't help but let out a painful moan.
To James, this sounded like she was feeling immense pleasure.
His face darkened even more. "Does it feel that good? It seems you really need a man. You weren't satisfied after a whole day and night with so many men. Don't worry, I'll satisfy you now, so you won't need to find other men!"
With that, James added two more fingers, trying to push further in.
Emily couldn't bear it anymore and struggled violently.
But how could she match James's strength?
The more she struggled, the tighter James held her.
In such close contact, she clearly felt something hard pressing against her lower abdomen.
It was his dick.
He was aroused and wanted to have sex with her.
James's actions confirmed her suspicions.
The hand on her waist moved away, reaching to unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper.
He wanted to possess her.
When she married him, she was fully prepared to give herself to him, but he didn't want her. Now, when they were about to divorce, he wanted to force himself on her.
He was still humiliating her in the most degrading way.
She wouldn't agree!
Emily struggled with all her might, but James wouldn't let her go.
With no other option, seeing James pull out his dick and move towards her, Emily bit down hard on James's tongue that was in her mouth.
Taking advantage of James's pain, she pushed him away forcefully and slapped him hard. "James, you are a bastard!"