I Refuse to Divorce

Chapter 101

Mason sounded so gentle that it bordering on seductive.

He might have disappointed her greatly, but Zoe couldn’t help but feel something stirring within at what he said. Eve so, she kept a clear head.

He came over, pinned her on the couch, and started kissing her tenderly. However, all she felt was heartbreak.

Touching his dashing face, she asked him softly, “Do you love me, Mason?”

He would never admit it. In fact, he never loved anyone. His silence was his answer. She already knew this, but that didn’t make her feel any less sad about it.

So, she asked again, “Well. Do you want to love me? You said we’re married. Are you ready to make me feel loved?”

To his credit, Mason didn’t lie to her. Touching her lips with his own, he responded softly and tenderly, “Not at all!”

Closing her eyes, Zoe let him kiss her. She felt him fondling her, but she still used every chance she got to talk about their relationship. She was cut off intermittently by his flurry of kisses. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Each word was uttered with her unique feminine charm. “What makes you think you can ask for me to love you when you don’t love me yourself? You can get adoration from anyone out there with a snap of your finger.”

Staring at her, he took in the beautiful view of her submitting to his lust. He knew that she was submissive because she had her own needs as well.

Putting the desire to be loved aside, Zoe still could get some physical satisfaction as long as he wasn't too rough with her. She released all her reservations and allowed herself to enjoy the sex.

She was using him to sate her lust.

This bothered him, so he decided to taunt her. Touching her delicate face, he chuckled softly, “My fever’s gone, Zoe. Am I allowed to exert myself now?”

Images of Brittany and Lilith came to her mind. He could've slept with many others without her even being aware of it. As she looked at his handsome face, all she could see was the vision of him having his way with other women.

Just like that, she came down from her lustful high.

Pushing him away abruptly, she rose and ran into the restroom, where she promptly threw up. She was heaving so violently her veins popped on her forehead. She was physically repulsed by the idea.

After some time had passed, she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked as miserable as she felt.

She felt his cruelty so keenly. If he couldn’t get what he wanted, he wouldn't even bother keeping up with the pretense. All he wanted was to torture her and make her submit to him. He wanted her to beg for his forgiveness and love, just as she had in the past.

Footsteps could be heard entering the bathroom.

It was Mason.

She locked gazes with him in the mirror. He lit a cigarette, held her gaze, and said mockingly, “I thought you didn’t care. It seems that the idea of a roving husband is not to your liking, Zoe. To think

that I thought you'd stopped caring about all that!”

Her lips trembled. “You seem to take pleasure in being a filthy man, Mason!”

Instead of explaining himself, he snuffed out the cigarette, and closed the door. Then, he carried her and put her in the cold bathtub.

Zoe didn’t feel any pleasure when he had his way with her.

That was what Mason preferred. He denied her any pleasure in the process. He humiliated her as he thrust into her.

“I might be a filthy man, but does that stop me from conquering you and having sex with you? You should take a look at your miserable self now, Zoe!”

She closed her eyes as her tears welled up.

The humiliation and insults meant that they were back to the status quo.The only difference this time was that she didn’t love him at all, which made the ordeal slightly more bearable.