My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him-Chapter 6 - Make Her Crazy!

Lucas Hughes crouched there, glancing up at the alluring silhouette in the darkness.

Grabbing Chloe Simpson's restless hand that wandered at his side, he continued to nibble at her trembling waist.

Soon, he will make her beg on her knees!

Flibanserin mixed with alcohol, accompanied by never-before-experienced nibbles.

Chloe truly couldn't take it anymore.

Behind her was the icy door, in front were Lucas Hughes' burning lips.

The torture of extremes, combined with the feeling of her hands being bound, added a subtle sense of compulsion to the thrill deep within her heart.

A warm stream seemed uncontrollably to flow out.

"Hiss!"

She instinctively twisted her legs, her mouth opening, like a fish dying of thirst, desperately needing to dive in.

Lucas Hughes, seeing the moment was right, smiled smugly.

He stood up, reached out to grab Chloe Simpson's legs, letting her straddle him.

Supporting Chloe's hips with his hands, he walked towards the bed.

Once he lay down, Lucas impatiently reached out to grab Chloe's chest, wantonly kneading.

Through her clothes and bra, the feel was incredible.

If everything was stripped away, soft fullness in his palm – what a delight that would be.

What kind of soul-stirring sensation would that be...

Especially once Flibanserin had completely taken effect, with Chloe heaving her chest, desperately pleading, the squeezing would surely feel divine!

Flibanserin was his own invention, so he knew exactly how to torment.

The thought of those alluring legs, the soft waist, the seductive posture, set Lucas' blood boiling.

Tonight, he would drive her mad!

Lucas reached out to tear Chloe's clothing, to remove the final barrier between them.

Suddenly, there came a knock on the door.

"Chloe, wait for me." Lucas furrowed his brow, got up to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Alexander Johnson's hand reached over and grabbed his neck.

In the room, Chloe was tormented by the Flibanserin, suffering, oblivious to the anomaly.

With a look, Alexander's men restrained Lucas at the doorway.

He entered, closed the door, and as he approached he saw in the room's dim light that Chloe's clothing was disheveled, her shirt torn open.

Her fragrant shoulders exposed, the enticing curves of her chest just barely visible.

"Hmm! It hurts!" Chloe's body burned, her lips parted.

Alexander couldn't help swallowing hard, clenching his fist, really wanting to rush out and strangle Lucas.

Thinking of the monitoring at the door, and Chloe's demeanor, he relented, suppressed the hatred in his eyes, and climbed onto the bed.

On the bed, Chloe was already dazed, waiting to be caressed.

As Alexander got on the bed, Chloe wildly grabbed his hand, dragging it across her body.

Her already disheveled clothes were pulled open further by her actions, exposing more of her cleavage.

The sudden fullness filled his hand, making Alexander's body tense up.

The blood coursed rapidly within him.

The fleeting hatred in his eyes was finally replaced by endless desire.

He no longer held back, immediately reaching for her breasts.

"Ah!"

Chloe cried out in satisfaction.

Compared to earlier tormenting caresses, the current strength and wildness were far more uncontrollable.

The hands on her body, with their thick calluses, combined with increased pressure, rubbed against her skin like an enticing poison, causing her to completely succumb in just a few strokes.

Every area those hands touched was ignited.

The fire in her heart spread instantly.

"Give... me..."

With a deep moan, Chloe could no longer hold back, grabbing that hot hand, pressing it forcefully against her body.

Yet the person atop her seemed intent on punishment, refusing to give.

From lips to neck, to chest, to waist, to abdomen, to legs, to ankles, he caressed slowly.

Finally, it returned to the base of her thighs, lightly kneading without haste.

In moments like this, fear of gentle touch intensifies.

Like feathers brushing the heart's tip, each stroke drove her insane with unbearable itchiness.

"I... I'm begging you... please give it to me? Hmm!"

Chloe turned over, pleading, rubbing her body back and forth on the bed.

As if only this motion could alleviate the internal heat and the itch within her heart.

But Alexander Johnson merely watched from the darkness, his eyes deep, showing no intention to take the next step.

What crossed his mind was the fact of the night: she believed the person on the bed was her husband, Lucas Hughes.

Like Hades, ruling over life and death in Hell, Alexander looked at Chloe, completely consumed by Flibanserin, writhing on the bed as if in hell, touching herself.

Until the itch became unbearable, and Chloe bit her own hand.

Only then did Alexander's face darken, and he finally pressed down on the person on the bed, beginning his conquest.

From then on, the dim night, the faint light, mingled with gasps and sounds of pleasure...

Perhaps because of Flibanserin, Chloe was far more indulgent than last night.

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She spread her legs, tightly locking the man's robust waist, feeling those solid six-pack abs.

And beneath, the hardness filling her, thrusting rapidly, sending tingles through her scalp.