Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 242 Losing Control

The recent struggle had caused her to break out in a fine sweat, and her thin nightgown had been torn open, revealing skin so fair it seemed to glow. Her expression of embarrassment and anger only served to tighten Eric’s stomach as if she were a delicate flower ready to be plucked at will.

The man unabashedly sized her up, his gaze intense, as if he was trying to see right through her.

Eileen didn’t want to look at him. She turned her face toward the heavy curtains. There, where her collarbone delicately dipped, the man leaned over and kissed her again, leaving a trail of marks that belonged solely to harm

Since Mary had left, no matter how much Eileen resisted, she couldn’t avoid what was coming.

In the entire mansion, there were only the two of them.

It seemed as if Eileen fate was sealed. No matter what, she would sull be tainted. Although… Eric wouldn’t proceed to the final step, entering her body, but she was afraid that he would ignite her desire at the slightest touch, making her devoid of any self-control.

When Will left, it seemed as if the entire Swan family had become his.

Eric’s patience was completely worn out.

“Let me choose for you, then. The man had already unbuckled the metal clasp. pulling down the zipper and revealing his unappealing thing. It seemed to touch Eileen’s chin causing her to struggle violently, her face burning. With her eyes closed, she said. “You bastard, get up.”

“Hush, it will be over soon…”

About forty minutes later. Eileen casually grabbed something to wipe off the stuff on her chest and face, then directly tossed it onto his head.

“I really want to kill you, you bastard. Get out of my sight.”

Eric, unfazed, pulled off the shin from his head and tossed it into a corner. Then, bare-bodied, he stood

and effortlessly lifted the girl on the bed into his arms.

up

who swiftly dodged it. Seizing the opportunity, Eileen ran off the bed from the other side. The room door was already slightly ajar

“bang. it was forcefully

she found herself pressed against the door, her exquisite

waist…

woman possesses waist dimples, apart

witnessed all kinds of power and transactions. Among all the women

guts, kicking

you will surely be childless, and your lineage will end with you.

waist, making her bend slightly, and tilted his head to indulge her fully. With such a fiery temper, it seemed she wouldn’t be

man toyed with the girl, urging her to tighten her legs around him. “If

in her eyes deepening. Eric had never loved her. He had always treated her like a servant,

is nothing more

squeezed its way in, nestled between her

move

weak she was like a puddle of mud,

was too lazy to lift a finger, her mind in a complete fog. It must be said, aside from his daily fits of passion. Eric was also quite the master

she resented it, unable to push him

been asleep for nearly twenty hours, waking up at half past

two of them were unclothed, sharing the same

like a furnace. She stared blankly our the window. For some reason, it gave feeling that she

her from behind. Even when she turned over, he would gently guide her back.

how could it be easily

living again.

at him,

Eric’s face overlapped with

features were deeper and more captivating, and there was a unique, steady aura about him that not everyone possessed. No matter how dangerous or difficult things got, as long

then, among the circle of the elite, men of his age were either out of shape or had thinning hair. Eric was very disciplined, leading in everything from physique to status. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many

make him

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magnanimous good wife. The blissful “Mrs. Snow” who

scattered memories were seldom filled with happiness. Most of the time, they were steeped