Alpha Tristan Regretted Divorcing Me

Chapter 5: Silent Rejection

YELENA

I got home, and my husband didn't let me rest; he didn't even let me talk about the horrible incident that happened to me.

He just said,” Come on, whatever happened, you'll overcome it.”

He grabbed me and kissed me passionately,” I have missed you,” he murmured in my neck, and I shivered, making me forget all the thoughts that were going on in my head.

I felt at peace again.

I wouldn't lie Tristan was everything a woman would pray for. He was everything I needed.

His mouth moved further to my breasts, tearing my transparent short gown that I had changed into. His mouth dominated my breast and I moaned as my fingers tangled into his hair while his other hand went to pressed my other breast.

He removed his mouth from the other breast and sucked in deep, hungry and possessive. I moaned as I closed my eyes. He stopped suddenly, and I opened my eyes to look at why he stopped.

“Stand up and strip,” he commanded and I stood up slowly, blushing shyly as I removed the dress completely in his presence.

“Come here,” he ordered again, and this time I looked carefully at his eyes to see if I could at least find something relatable to what I had for him, maybe an inch of love, but I found nothing except his normal calmness with coldness.

I ignored it again, if he didn't love me, he wouldn't look at me, not to talk of having sex with me. I assured myself, I went to him and he placed me on his lap, he smiled and his fingers went to my clit, I closed my thigh quickly as I became more wet.

"Spread,” he ordered again, and I shivered, and this time two of his fingers went into me. My grip on his shoulder tightened more and more as he moved his fingers in and out of me.

“Ouch!!” I moaned almost closing my eyes,” Look at me. Don't close your eyes,” I raised my teary eyes full of pleasure at him. I reached to kiss him, but he held back, which surprised me, though he had kissed me before, but he always initiated it, except when he was sleeping, and I stole kisses from him.

He loved you, Yelena. I assured myself that he wouldn't have kissed me if he didn't, right?

A loud moan tore out of my mouth as he jerked his fingers in and out of me suddenly, then he removed his fingers and lifted me to remove his already hardened dick, and made me sit on him. I let out a pleasure-crying moan.

“Ride it,” his voice was stern, but I did quickly, using all my strength. I jumped up and down. He let me do the work as I placed my hands on his chest. I tried to kiss him again, but he grabbed my hair instead and kissed me brutally, which made me moan into our kiss.

My ass banged his dick harder as I felt my thigh shivering, he let out a moan and grabbed my breast tightly, I closed my eyes, hoping he would release his hand and it would relieve the pain mixed with pleasure that ran through me, but he didn't, and I kept on riding him so hard.

“Ahhh!”

“Fuck!!” He moaned.

“Tristan…” our moans and the sound of the bed filled the room.

He released my breast and went to grab my ass. He did the work this time as he thrust into me hard and deep,” Fuck! You're so good for him,” he whispered, and I moaned loudly.

“I'm cumming…” I yelled, but it was as if he didn't hear me, as his pace increased, and I gasped. Then his pace reduced, his thighs shaking as he released into me.

I slumped into his beautiful carved chest, and we stayed in that position for a moment before the thought surged through my head,” Can I ask for something?” I asked, and he didn't say anything for a while, probably thinking about what I could possibly ask for after giving me everything.

But finally he spoke,” Yes, what's it?” His voice was colder, different from the way he used to talk to me but I ignored it again.

“Mark me as your mate,” I said, and he pulled me up from him immediately, although he put me gently on the bed.”We can talk about that next time. I'm hungry.”

He got out of bed, grabbed one of his white towels, and walked towards the bathroom.

I swallowed as I covered myself on the bed,” He will definitely do that when he's ready. I'm his wife after all,” I muttered under my breath.

He got out, and I almost threw myself on him again. He was so damn cute.”What are you doing?” He asked looking at me naked on the bed.

“Waiting for you,” I smiled, spreading my arms at him.

He shook his head,” I have had enough for tonight, go and take your shower, and let's eat.”

I nodded, brought back my arms to myself, got down from the bed, put on the torn short gown, and entered the bathroom.

I got out, wore a matching off-shoulder red top and black shorts with him.

Then we reached downstairs, and I went into the kitchen to serve us.