The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Lawrence nearly blacked out from the overwhelming sensation—nothing like this had ever happened with her husband.
Her thoughts blurred as raw need took over, her body arching desperately against Roland Blanchet's touch. She bit down on her lip, muffling the moans fighting to break free.
"Mmm…" A breathy whimper escaped as Roland's fingers worked their magic.
The office air hung heavy with desire, the only sound the slick drip of arousal onto the floor.
Her body clenched around his fingers, pleasure pulsing through her in relentless waves.
Sensing her desperation, Roland gave a few rough strokes before suddenly pulling back. He shoved his pants down, his thick length poised at her entrance.
The searing heat of him pressing against her most sensitive spot short-circuited her mind.
She was starving, aching to be filled. Even without the thousand dollars, her body begged for release.
But then—her husband's face flashed in her mind.
She couldn't do this. She was all this family had left. If she gave in now, the guilt would drown her forever.
With a sharp gasp, she twisted away, her hand accidentally grazing Roland's throbbing cock.
The scorching heat against her palm made her flinch. Her eyes dropped to the swollen, angry-red tip, glaring up at her like a predator ready to strike.
Roland's brow furrowed. "What's the problem, ? You were loving it a second ago."
"I told you—touching is all I can do." Her throat tightened. If not for her husband, she'd already be surrendering to that monstrous thickness.
Roland gave her ass a sharp smack. "Fine. Another five hundred. Happy now?"
shook her head wildly. "Please, just let me go. This is my limit. If I weren't desperate, I'd rather die than betray him."
A seasoned hunter, Roland knew when to back off. With a show of false kindness, he pulled out a wad of cash and stuffed it into her bra. "Here's your thousand. Get your kid to school."
Dazed, took the money like she was in a trance.
After hurriedly cleaning up, she threw her clothes back on and bolted for the door.
But as she stepped outside—flushed, hair a mess—she froze. Nathan Lowell stood by the office, watching her with a look of bitter resentment burning in his eyes.
Her thoughts blurred as raw need took over, her body arching desperately against Roland Blanchet's touch. She bit down on her lip, muffling the moans fighting to break free.
"Mmm…" A breathy whimper escaped as Roland's fingers worked their magic.
The office air hung heavy with desire, the only sound the slick drip of arousal onto the floor.
Her body clenched around his fingers, pleasure pulsing through her in relentless waves.
Sensing her desperation, Roland gave a few rough strokes before suddenly pulling back. He shoved his pants down, his thick length poised at her entrance.
The searing heat of him pressing against her most sensitive spot short-circuited her mind.
She was starving, aching to be filled. Even without the thousand dollars, her body begged for release.
But then—her husband's face flashed in her mind.
She couldn't do this. She was all this family had left. If she gave in now, the guilt would drown her forever.
With a sharp gasp, she twisted away, her hand accidentally grazing Roland's throbbing cock.
The scorching heat against her palm made her flinch. Her eyes dropped to the swollen, angry-red tip, glaring up at her like a predator ready to strike.
Roland's brow furrowed. "What's the problem, ? You were loving it a second ago."
"I told you—touching is all I can do." Her throat tightened. If not for her husband, she'd already be surrendering to that monstrous thickness.
Roland gave her ass a sharp smack. "Fine. Another five hundred. Happy now?"
shook her head wildly. "Please, just let me go. This is my limit. If I weren't desperate, I'd rather die than betray him."
A seasoned hunter, Roland knew when to back off. With a show of false kindness, he pulled out a wad of cash and stuffed it into her bra. "Here's your thousand. Get your kid to school."
Dazed, took the money like she was in a trance.
After hurriedly cleaning up, she threw her clothes back on and bolted for the door.
But as she stepped outside—flushed, hair a mess—she froze. Nathan Lowell stood by the office, watching her with a look of bitter resentment burning in his eyes.
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