The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Sebastian was relentless and unmovable.It wasn’t that she didn’t want to accept his passions; she was simply much too frightened of him at the moment.

Sebastian turned a deaf ear to her pleas and proceeded to take off his black shirt.And then he was burying his head in her chest, licking and biting her tender flesh.

Natalie felt the electric sensations rush to her very core.

“No! No!”

She was screaming now, covering her face with her hands.

It was bad enough that she was terrified of him, but she couldn’t deny the fact that her body was instinctively responding to his advances.

“You bastard! Let go of me!”

Sebastian had already freed himself from his trousers and was about to silence her with yet another fierce kiss when he saw the look on her face.

He paused.

Natalie’s hair was a mess, her eyes wide with horror.

Fresh tears were streaming down her flushed cheeks.

“Fuck….”. Sebastian mumbled through gritted teeth.

He glanced down at his swollen cock, took a deep, fortifying breath, and zipped his pants up.He grabbed Natalie’s shirt and bra from the floor and handed them to her before wordlessly striding into his bedroom.He slammed the door shut behind him.

Natalie stared at the crumpled items of clothing in her arms.

She was still in a state of shock, and it took her a good while to compose herself.She stared at Sebastian’s door, biting her lip in an effort to hold back her tears.

She knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that her husband was absolutely furious this time.

Natalie slowly put on her clothes.She knew she was wrong.

reacted that way either.She was innocent, and

I talk to another man just

“Are you insane?”

as she

her bedroom, but she waited in

even pressed her ear against the door to hear what was happening inside.But the room

was almost about to knock on

after getting inside? Sebastian was

would probably pinch her face and continue to question her

just escaped

would be like voluntarily setting foot into the trap and letting Sebastian interrogate

herself for hesitating outside, not

in the living room for

the initiative to apologize to

never got into a

hesitant whether to apologize

been

the sofa, hugging the pillow, Natalie

have to come out

buried her face

waited, but her eyelids grew heavy.Natalie didn’t know when

morning, she was awakened by the honk of the

was sleeping on the bed, Natalie stretched herself and turned

clumsily fell on the carpet.Natalie winced in pain, for her

there was

she would have broken her

sat

as if someone were piercing them

staring at the wall, not

in her mind settled, she looked

hangover pills were lying on

mouth