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

kick directly at Eric, who swiftly dodged it. Seizing the opportunity, Eileen ran off the bed from the other side.

was forcefully

from Eric, she found herself pressed against the door, her

waist…

apart from some well-shaped international models.

in the business world, having witnessed all kinds of power and transactions. Among all the women he had encountered, none could compare

kicking

will end with

to indulge her fully. With such a fiery temper, it seemed she wouldn’t

around

her eyes deepening. Eric had never loved her. He had always treated her like a servant, summoning and dismissing

likes is nothing more than

way in, nestled between her

move back and forth on top of her

felt so weak she was like a puddle of mud, about to slump to the ground. Enic promptly

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

satisfaction, yet she resented it, unable to push him

nearly twenty hours, waking

two of them were unclothed, sharing the same bed. Eileen’s back was pressed tightly

stared blankly our the window. For some reason, it gave feeling that she hadn’t been reincarnated at

Even when she turned over, he would gently guide her back. So, after all these years, she still hadn’t broken the habit

habit nurtured for nearly a decade, ingrained in one’s bones, how could it be easily changed? Eileen turned around, facing this restrained

for living

him, observing him

relatively young Eric’s face overlapped with that of Eric

features were deeper and more captivating, and there was a unique, steady aura about him that not everyone possessed. No matter

shape or had thinning hair. Eric was very disciplined, leading in everything from physique to status. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many outstanding women constantly thinking

could make him look at them…

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“Mrs. Snow” who didn’t compete or fight,

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