Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 401

Chapter 401:

His thrust caught Elyse off guard, eliciting a whimper. Not getting the answer he craved, Jayden spanked her. The

sudden move startled her, intensifying her cries. He sank his teeth into her shoulder, a growl escaping his throat.

“Not talking, are you?” Elyse shook her head frantically. “No, | want to be all yours.”

A satisfied smirk played on Jayden'’s lips as he intensified his efforts. Aching with desire, Elyse yearned for

nothing more than to be ravished by Jayden. The bathroom grew thick with heat, the mirror fogging with

condensed water that trickled down like silent tears. Her gasps of pleasure, initially bright and eager, faded over

time, replaced by hoarse moans. Finally, at the peak of ecstasy, she succumbed, losing consciousness and

fainting.

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Exhausted, Jayden cradled the unconscious woman, his own breaths ragged. Recovering his strength, he peeled

off her damp clothes, gently cleaning her before carrying her back to the bedroom. Standing by the bed, he

gazed at Elyse. He hadn't anticipated such a satisfying encounter, born out of manipulation. A seed of possibility

sprouted in his mind; perhaps there was more to explore here.

With brisk efficiency, Jayden showered and left the room. Driscoll, bewildered, stammered, “Mr. Owen, aren't you

using the wheelchair? Elyse is asleep.” Jayden replied curtly, “Dinner later.” Driscoll, though confused, obeyed,

pushing back dinner time.

Two hours later, Elyse stirred awake. Groaning at the soreness radiating from her waist, she struggled to her feet

and shuffled out of the room, her legs trembling. Jayden, seeing her enter, asked softly, “Hungry?”

Elyse, sensing his improved mood, understood her bathroom initiative hadn't been in vain. Previously, worry had

gnawed at her; she couldn't bear the thought of Jayden spiraling into depression after Brook's humiliation. She

reached the table with a grimace as Driscoll instructed the maid to serve the meal. The sight of food was a

welcsight to Elyse. “Your favorites,” Jayden said, gesturing to the spread. “Eat up.”

Elyse beamed and dug into her meal. Just then, Driscoll reappeared, his voice laced with urgency. “Security

called, Mr. Owen. Tracy's here.” Elyse’s eyes darted to Jayden, who gave a curt nod. “Show her in.”

Following the order, Driscoll escorted Tracy inside. Elyse rose to greet Tracy, her heart sinking at the sight of her

friend. Dust covered Tracy like a second skin, as if she'd rolled in the dirt. Jayden joined them, spotting the raw

wound on Tracy's knee. Discreetly, he murmured to Driscoll, “Call the doctor.” Driscoll nodded and hurriedly

made the call.

Elyse grabbed Tracy's hand, concern etched on her face. “What happened?” Tracy offered a wry smile. “Mind if |

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crash at your place for a while, Elyse? I'm in a bind and can’t go home.” Elyse’s brow furrowed. “What's going

on? Weren't you filming?” Tracy hung her head, her voice barely a whisper. “Kicked out after a few days. Because

of Shaun.”

Elyse’s eyes widened. “Shaun? What did he do?” Tracy's throat tightened, her voice thick with hurt. “He bought

my agency and gave all my jobs to someone else. My agent toldto beg for mercy, but | refused. So he cut

thick with emotion. “Furious, | confronted him today. He demanded | sleep with him. When | refused, he tried to

trap me. | snuck out of the bathroom, dropping my phone in the process. Had to walk all the way here.”

Elyse cursed under her breath, a torrent of fury rising within her. “That bastard!” Tracy, tears streaming down her

face, choked out, “He controls my career, Elyse. Shaun wants to ruin me. | hate him.” Witnessing Tracy's despair,

Elyse turned to Jayden, seeking his help.

Clearing his throat, Jayden took charge. “You can stay here for now, Tracy. Put your career on hold. We need to

figure out what Shaun wants.”