The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Elvis couldn’t admit that he was greedy for her body.

He leaned down and kissed her hair. The sweet fragrance on her body fascinated him. “Shall I help you apply the sanitary napkin?”

Olive was stunned. A man like him who ruled the world, would also condescend to help a girl fix her sanitary napkins?

“Mmm, no need…” Olive replied.

“Then do you want me to help you wash?”

“Wash what?” she asked.

“Wash my underwear?”

An image flashed through Olive’s mind. She imagined her panties being washed and rubbed in his palm. She was embarrassed.

“I don’t want you to wash my panties!” She blushed and refused, but she felt happy that the mant beside her was quiet caring-

Elvis used his thin lips to rub against her face. “Olive, aren’t you thinking

Olive’s face turned red, she asked in confusion. “What?”

too much?” he asked.

“It’s not just your underwear that needs to be washed. Could it be that you don’t want to take a shower, I can help you…”

It took Olive a few seconds to understand what he meant. He didn’t want to help her wash her panties. Instead, he wanted to bathe her.

The sweetness from earlier was gone. She quickly bounced off the bed and sat up, smashing her small fist on him.

Elvis wrapped her fist in his palm and smiled, “Sometimes it’s self-indulgent to think too much. Your underwear is stained with blood. If you want to lose it, I’ll buy you a new one.”

was the first time she had ever seen a man who would spend a lot

new underwear.

and stretched out his big palm, “Do you want me to wash the panties? It’s not impossible, but you need to take it off for me now.

defeat,

She jumped off the bed

didn’t want to be fooled

a shower and changed into clean clothes before

room, Elvis was sitting upright on the edge of the

in time. I got you

onto the bed and sniffed his nose, as she frowned in disdain She didn’t like to

against the head of the bed, then wrapped one arm around her slender waist and stuffed a warm hot

reluctantly took two

to drink. I won’t drink it

looked at her delicate appearance, “Honey,

it anymore. Do you know how unpleasant this lemon

out and covered

ended the deep kiss. He whispered, “It’s

a mouthful of lemon water and kissed her again. He fed her deeply and forced her

was no room for resistance. Soon, the taste of lemon water filled her mouth, but it

then he placed the empty cup on the bed table. “In the future,

of me!” she muttered with a frown, as she tried to vomit the lemon water. Her two small hands

at her

ski pped a beat. Only then did she

quickly hugged her stomach. “My stomach is

covered her stomach with his big palm. He warned in a low voice, “Be honest, don’t stir

didn’t, it was

try to take advantage