The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"Ethan! What are you doing? Get your hand off me!"

Frightened, Janet recoiled from his touch and continued to step away until she felt the arm of the sofa against her back.She was trapped.

Ethan had an obvious advantage in terms of size; he could be all over her in an instant.She tried her best to push against him, but his chest was like a solid wall.

He squeezed himself between her legs and pressed his knee over her thigh to stop her from flailing.

The next thing she knew, Ethan was sweeping his hot hand down her abdomen and to her crotch.

"Nothing happened between you, right? What are you afraid of, hmm?" He leaned forward and nipped the delicate shell of her ear.

"Since you don't seem to have any awareness to the possible dangers around you, I'm afraid I will have to teach you a lesson."

"How dare you? Stop touching me!"

Janet's face had drained of all color, while her eyes turned bloodshot and teary.

threatened to swallow her whole.The air around them thrummed

don't like me touching you?" he asked, his voice low and

Janet had never seen him so angry, nor

not that! I'm just—I'm scared." She realized too late that it was

swooped in and began pulling at Janet's clothes.She felt the distinct bulge underneath his trousers as his burning lips trailed

"Let me go!”

your senses..."Janet cried out desperately, even as she struggled against

raw, ferocious hunger, and she knew that he would devour

a tug of war with her

didn't want to accept his passions; she was simply much too

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,

sensations rush to her very

"No! No!"

now, covering her

terrified of him, but she couldn't deny the