My One In A Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 132

Crack!

The whip landed again. The man’s muscular chest was covered in red whip marks. He did not look disheveled at all; instead, he looked wild and deadly charming.

There was an air of dominance that shrouded him, and there was a crackling flame in his eyes. He hissed, “Ashlyn, you’ll regret this!”

“I’m half-dead from your torment. All I’m doing now is to return you a tiny part of what you’ve done to me,” Ashlyn sneered.

The man started struggling vigorously against the ropes that bound his hands and legs.

He had a terrifying expression on his face as he growled.

When the whip landed again, the man jerked up from the bed.

Snap! It was a loud noise.

He had broken free of his restraints. With bloodshot eyes, he grabbed the whip before it could do anything else.

Ashlyn then fell into his stiff arms.

His divinely features twisted into a wrathful look. When the afternoon sun shone on his face, he looked irresistible.

Being tied up and whipped was an intense humiliation for Lucas.

grabbed Ashlyn’s waist tightly as if he wanted to meld her into

too lenient with her. She’s acting like she’s the queen of this

hands clenched

expected Lucas to be so

knew that this man was exceptionally

burning so strong that he wanted to shred her right here and

not a

as she was about to struggle her way out, the man’s lips abruptly on hers, as though he was

rough earlier, but

took control of the situation and started attacking Lucas’

she was competing with the

an hour later, Ashlyn lay on the

angrily as he

What a disobedient girl!

you do such

time Ashlyn woke again, it was already

realizing that Lucas was not on the bed. Instead, there were sounds of running water coming

picked up her clothes and put them on. Then she nimbly climbed over the window. Pressing down hard on the railings, she swung her legs above it and landed on

discomfort she was feeling, she ran to the gates. After sweeping her gaze at her surroundings, she climbed up the

That tyrannical man was barely a man at all. He had trapped her on the

but a weak land;

she raised her head to look