Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 262: I’ll take care of you

Anna had barely come down from the dizzying high of her climax when Daniel suddenly gripped her waist and flipped her onto her stomach. Before she could even process the movement, he pulled her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees.

"H–huh? Daniel, wasn’t that eno—"

Her words broke into a breathless cry the moment he thrust into her from behind—deep, hard, unrestrained.

Her mind went white.

Her breath vanished.

Her entire body jolted forward as his hips slammed against hers, the sound of their bodies echoing through the room.

"Daniel—!" she gasped, but everything after that blurred into incoherent moans.

He had turned wild—feral, relentless.

Every thrust shook her, pushed her, filled her until her arms trembled from struggling to hold herself up.

Her vision wavered.

Her legs went numb.

Pleasure overwhelmed every sense she possessed.

She lost count—long ago—of how many times she came undone around him. Each time she thought she couldn’t possibly take more, he proved her wrong, pulling another climax from her with a merciless roll of his hips.

By the time he finally stopped, her body collapsed onto the mattress, trembling uncontrollably. Daniel pulled out slowly, tossed the used condom into the trash, and dropped beside her with a satisfied grunt—just as breathless, just as wrecked.

Anna lay there, bare and boneless on the sheets, trying desperately to catch her breath.

Daniel turned his head toward her, a grin stretching across his face.

"That was amazing," he said, smugly pleased. "We should keep doing it every day."

Anna’s eyes snapped open. She swore she saw stars before her vision cleared enough to glare at him.

Every day?

Was he insane?

She could barely lift a finger right now. Her entire body felt like melting jelly, her legs absolutely useless after the way he’d pounded her senseless.

The audacity of this man.

Anna shot him a look that screamed Have you lost your mind?!

Daniel only chuckled, completely unbothered, running a hand down her back as if she hadn’t just been ruined beyond function.

Anna’s glare could have killed a weaker man, but Daniel just smirked, utterly satisfied with himself.

"Every day?" she croaked, voice hoarse from all the moaning she absolutely did not want to remember right now. "Daniel, I can’t even feel my legs."

He rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one arm as he looked at her like she was the cutest thing on earth.

"That’s because you rode me so well," he said innocently.

Her jaw dropped. "I did not ride you! You attacked me like a starved wolf!"

Daniel pretended to think. "Hmm... I recall you begging me to move."

Her face flushed instantly. "I did not beg!"

"You said ’Daniel—’" he lowered his voice dramatically, mimicking her breathy moan, "’—move...’"

Anna buried her face in the pillow and groaned, mortified. "Stop!"

Laughing softly, Daniel pulled the blanket over both of them. Then his playfulness faded into something gentler. He reached out, brushing a strand of messy hair away from her damp forehead.

"Come here," he whispered.

Anna peeked at him warily. "If this is another attempt at round two—"

"It’s not," he chuckled, tugging her carefully into his chest. "Just let me hold you."

She hesitated, still catching her breath, still sore, but his warmth was comforting. She curled into him, her cheek resting over his heartbeat. Daniel wrapped an arm around her waist, rubbing slow, soothing circles against her lower back.

"You hurt?" he asked quietly.

"A little..." she admitted.

Daniel pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Sorry. I got carried away."

"You think?" she snorted softly, but her fingers were already gently tracing the muscles of his chest, her tone more fond than annoyed.

He reached for her thigh and gently massaged it, thumbs pressing into the tense, exhausted muscle.

Anna nearly melted. "That feels... good."

"I know," he murmured, smiling against her hair. "I’ll draw a warm bath for you in a bit."

Her eyes fluttered closed. "Spoiling me now, are you?"

"Always," he whispered honestly. "Especially after I ruin you."

Anna slapped his chest weakly. "Daniel!"

He laughed again—the soft, boyish laugh she rarely got to hear—and kissed her forehead.

"Rest," he said, tucking her closer. "I’ll take care of you."

And for once, Anna didn’t argue. Wrapped in his arms, warm, exhausted, and cherished, she let her body relax completely.

She felt safe. Ruined... but safe. And Daniel held her like he had no intention of letting go.

They didn’t realize when sleep overtook them, and the two fell asleep quickly.

***

Meanwhile, the police had been working nonstop to track Kira. Hours of surveillance, dead ends, and silent signals finally broke when one of the officers shot up from his desk.

"She just activated her phone!" he announced.

Within seconds, the IT team swarmed over their screens, fingers flying across keyboards.

"Got it," another technician said. "Location traced. Sending coordinates now."

The head officer didn’t waste a moment. "Team, move out!"

Sirens stayed off as they approached the area—a remote stretch on the outskirts of the city. The location led them to an old, half-collapsed warehouse surrounded by rusted fences and overgrown weeds.

"Be discreet," the head officer ordered the moment they stepped out of the vehicle. "We don’t want her panicking and running. Keep your weapons low, but stay alert. She’s cornered, not harmless."

The team nodded, fanning out silently.

Boots pressed against gravel as they advanced toward the warehouse, flashlights dimmed to avoid giving away their approach.

The building loomed ahead—dark, abandoned, and too quiet.

"Thermal scanners ready?" the officer asked in a low voice.

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Let’s find her."

They tightened formation, every step careful. The closer they got, the more palpable the tension grew. Kira was inside—somewhere—and if she realized the police were closing in...

She’d bolt.

Or worse.

The officer raised his hand, signaling the team to prepare for entry.

"On my mark," he whispered.

The hunt had truly begun.

The head officer’s hand sliced through the air.

Three officers moved first, pressing their backs against the rusted warehouse door. Another checked the hinges—corroded, brittle. Easy to break. Too easy.

"Something’s off," he whispered.

The officer motioned for silence. Then—

Creak. He pushed the door open just enough for the team to slip inside.

The warehouse swallowed them in darkness. Dust floated in the faint shafts of moonlight leaking through broken panels. The air was stale, thick with the smell of rust and something else... something metallic.

The officers raised their flashlights—low beams, sweeping silently.

"Clear left."

"Clear right."

"Movement?" another whispered.

"No... nothing."

But the eerie stillness made every nerve stand on edge.

They followed the signal coordinates deeper into the warehouse, boots crunching on shattered glass and debris.

"Signal shows she’s thirty meters ahead," IT relayed through the radio. "Not moving."

"Not moving?" the officer muttered. "As in she’s waiting? Or—"

He didn’t finish.

They advanced, weapons ready but lowered per instruction.

The light beams landed on a small office room within the warehouse—door slightly ajar, as if someone had slipped in recently.

"That’s the source of the signal," an officer said, checking his tracker.

The head officer approached first. He placed a hand on the door and took a steadying breath before he pushed.

The door groaned open. Flashlights flickered inside and the entire team froze.

"...Sir..." one officer choked out.

The head officer stepped closer, jaw clenching.

Inside the room, on an old wooden chair, lay a single cellphone—the one registered to Kira—placed deliberately in the center of the floor.

But when their eyes moved up blood drain from their face.