My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Ava’s unrestrained desire

Dylan madly kissed her, fueled by his seething thoughts of Ava and Nicholas together. But the prospect of someone drugging her was even more infuriating. He needed to find out who was behind it. Abruptly, he pulled back, his jaw clenched as he reached for his phone.

But Ava’s desire only burned hotter and hotter with each passing moment. She could barely suppress the urge. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

“Can you stop for a moment?” he growled as he tried to shake free from her hold. With effort, he managed to dial James.

Thankfully, James didn’t take long to answer the call. “Hello, Dylan? Where the hell are you? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Listen carefully, James,” Dylan hissed in urgency. “Someone drugged Ava.”

“What did you say?” James’s tone shifted to one of shock. “Drugged?”

“Yes, and I need you to find out who is behind it. Make sure no one leaves the club,” Dylan instructed.

“Alright. It’s not a problem. I’ll find out. Take care of Ava.” Before James could finish the sentence, the call was disconnected abruptly. “En?” He frowned at the phone.

On the other hand, Dylan felt helpless as Ava’s soft touch and whispered pleas ignited a fire he struggled to suppress. She pressed against him, her fingers roaming his chest, her warm breath on his skin inviting her.

Dylan’s resolve wavered. His body also started heating up at her proximity, and he wanted nothing but to claim her. Yet, he held himself back, reminding himself that this wasn’t truly her—it was the drug clouding her mind.

“Kiss me,” she whined. “Why are you not kissing me?

Drawing her close, he held her firmly against his chest, his eyes clouding with longing and concern, “Believe me, I want to. But not like this. Just wait—I’ll help you.”

“It’s so hot,” she mumbled, reaching behind her to unzip her dress. Dylan’s hand shot forward, firmly clasping hers to stop her. “Ava, don’t,” he warned, his expression hardening again.

“Then help me remove my dress,” she urged, her voice a sultry whisper. Leaning on him. She leaned into him, her lips brushing his jaw, a soft moan escaping. “Take me…”

He scowled at her, his patience stretching thin. “Do you understand what you are doing?” Again and again, his heart twisted with a mix of resentment and anxiety every time he looked at her in this helpless state and thought of Nicholas’s hands on her shoulders.

Would you be saying this to Nicholas if he were here instead?” The very thought twisted his expression into a scowl as jealousy mingled with the ache of worry.

“Why are you not helping me?” Ava pouted in frustration. “If you won’t help me, I’ll do it myself.” Her hands fumbled at her back, her fingers grasping for the zipper.

Before she could continue, Dylan pulled her tightly against him. “Do you want me to help you?” he grunted out through his clenched teeth. “I’ll help you.” He hugged her tightly, not allowing her to move.

The car pulled up to the villa, and Dylan wasted no time. He carried Ava inside, striding purposefully through the hall to his room. Once in the bathroom, he set her in the tub, gripping the handheld showerhead firmly. With one swift motion, he turned on the cold water, letting it cascade over her.

Ava gasped, the shock of the icy water hitting her skin like shards of glass. She raised her hands, instinctively trying to shield herself, but Dylan didn’t stop. The water poured down relentlessly, soaking her to the bone.

“Stop!” Her cries echoed off the bathroom walls, but his expression remained stern, his eyes dark with a blend of anger and frustration.

“Stop, please stop,” she cried out, shivering. “It’s so cold.” The cold water doused the flames of sexual desire that had gripped her.

“Are you sober now?” Dylan’s voice boomed, filled with barely contained rage.

“Yes,” she stammered, her teeth chattering, desperate to end the icy torrent. “I’m sober, please.”

But Dylan didn’t stop. He narrowed his eyes, a bitter sneer curling his lips. “Really? If I hadn’t been there, you might’ve gone with Nicholas. Would you have asked him the same things you were asking me?”

She could barely respond, her body wracked with shivers, her lips blue with cold. “Dylan… please… I’m freezing,” she managed, wrapping her arms around herself. “Can you take me out?”

He stood over her, his gaze piercing and unforgiving. “No,” he snarled. “This is your punishment. You were so eager, clinging to me, pleading with me. Did you say the same things to Nicholas?”

Ava glared at Dylan, her body trembling uncontrollably as the chill from the water seeped deep into her bones. Each breath felt like a struggle against the icy grip enveloping her. “Just kill me, Dylan,” she croaked. “End this torture altogether.”

Dylan’s hand froze mid-spray. His anger began to ebb, replaced by a sinking feeling of regret. He had allowed his emotions to spiral out of control, causing him to hurt Ava.

Ava’s strength waned, her body slumping to the side as numbness took hold, her consciousness beginning to fade.

“Ava!” Dylan panicked. He hurled the hand shower aside and quickly crouched beside her, pulling her into his arms. Her body was cold and unresponsive, her eyes barely fluttering open.

Dylan’s heart tightened as he felt her shiver against him. “Hey, look at me,” he urged, gently tapping her cheeks.

Ava managed to open her eyes slightly and sneered, “Will you be happy if I die?”

Her words struck him like a brutal punch to the gut. Images of his nightmares flashed before his eyes—visions of Ava lying lifeless in a pool of blood haunted his every thought.

“What nonsense are you spouting? You won’t die. I won’t let you leave me,” he snapped, his confusion and fear bubbling to the surface. He began to pull her out of the bathtub. “Let me remove your dress first.”

As Dylan unzipped her dress, Ava pushed him away with the last of her strength, her eyes blazing with determination.

“What’s wrong?” he snapped, frowning at her in confusion.

“I am sober now,” she hissed, her voice regaining its sharp edge. “I can take care of myself. Get out.” Her knees shook as soon as she finished speaking, and she collapsed.

Dylan wrapped his arms around her waist, preventing her from falling. He drew her close, their gazes locking in a moment charged with raw emotion.

“You are weak,” he murmured. “Let me help you.”

“I don’t need your help,” she retorted, but she didn’t sound confident enough.

He raised an eyebrow, an amused glint in his eyes. “Are you sure?” The hint of a smug smile tugged at his lips. “You can’t even stand.” Without waiting for her answer, he slid the sleeves off her shoulders, the dress slipping down until she was left in her undergarments.