Gone with His Heir: CEO's Mad Chase
Agatha Christie
"Oh God... right there... harder!" I cry out. Noah's tongue travels across my chest before he suddenly bites down cruelly.
"Ah, gentler..." I wince in pain.
"Shut up, you're too loud," he roughly covers my mouth, thrusting hard and burying himself deep inside me.
"Ah!" My scream is muffled by his palm, yet my legs instinctively wrap tighter around his waist.
"This is how you like it, isn't it?" he whispers mockingly in my ear. "Being roughly taken by me."
After three years of marriage, preg...
"Ah, gentler..." I wince in pain.
"Shut up, you're too loud," he roughly covers my mouth, thrusting hard and burying himself deep inside me.
"Ah!" My scream is muffled by his palm, yet my legs instinctively wrap tighter around his waist.
"This is how you like it, isn't it?" he whispers mockingly in my ear. "Being roughly taken by me."
After three years of marriage, preg...