His aggressive actions made it impossible for her to struggle free. The brute force of his grip was painful.
But he leaned in again, planting a light, fleeting kiss on the corner of her lips.
"Chloe, how could you lie to me?"
His tone was airy, devoid of any anger.
The moment he finished speaking, he kissed her again, this time hard and deep.
"Mmph!"
Chloe struggled, trying to pull away, but in the next second, he spun around and pushed her down into the sofa. Pinning her legs with his, he held her hands above her head and kissed her wantonly.
His superficial calm seemed to shatter, revealing his true nature—wild and passionate, like a blazing fire that threatened to melt her.
But she didn’t want this.
He said she had lied to him.
’But I hadn’t!’
’My memory can’t be wrong!’
’I was the one who saved him all those years ago!’
But now, he didn’t believe her. He even wanted to get revenge on her.
’How could he be like this?’
They had been together for eight years. Eight whole years!
Couldn’t he feel it, couldn’t he see how much she loved him?
And now, he wanted to make her pay for this.
Chloe felt her heart being torn to shreds. The pain was an interconnected web; the slightest touch sent tremors of agony through her entire body.
And yet, he was forcing her body to respond with pleasure.
This was undoubtedly a painful torment.
Their breathing grew more chaotic. Clothes were shed, scattering across the floor in a messy heap.
Walker Grant’s breath was scorching. He carried her into the bathroom, and as the hot water showered down, he pressed her against the cold wall.



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