Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher) novel Chapter 250

When she thought about how Sean had punched that middle-aged man expressionlessly and arrogantly, Angeline's arm tightened around his neck, and she went up on her tiptoes.

Her urgency and clumsiness calmed Sean's turbulent emotions, but his desire and the sensual thoughts that he had about her became magnified.

They did not want to be parted from each other's lips and tongues. His bloodied hand circled Angeline into his embrace. He pulled open the door to the backseat and shoved her inside.

The car door closed.

Angeline propped herself up and shrank back.

She saw Sean take his glasses off and toss them into the front seat. Then he deftly pulled her by her slender ankles so that she was below him. His fingers caressed her face, and there was a greedy obsession in his sharp, cold black eyes. It made the hairs rise on her arms and neck.

Sean's bright red blood showed up in stark contrast to Angeline's extremely pale face. She lacked oxygen, and she was still dizzy. There were tears in her eyes, and she looked rather lost.

She gripped Sean's suit tightly and panted, saying, "Your hand… We must go to the hospital to get the wound dressed and bandaged. I'll drive."

Her tearful voice made Sean lose his reason completely. He grabbed her cheeks and kissed them, then forced her lips and teeth apart and began aggressively entwining their tongues again. His rough movements were full of extraordinary passion.

A car passed by theirs, and its lights crisscrossed the darkness of the car. Angeline jolted back to her senses, and she tightly grabbed hold of her pants, which Sean was trying to remove. She kept her fair legs covered.

"Go and get bandaged up at the hospital first!"

In the dark, Sean was panting heavily. This was a critical moment, and he had been cut off abruptly. He sounded displeased.

"Do you care that much about my hand?"

"Yes!" Angeline answered, trembling.

Her voice softened.

"Let's get the wound dressed and then do it at home, okay?"

Under the dim lights, Angeline could not see the twisted, crazed desire in Sean's eyes. All she felt was the warm breath blowing on her ear becoming hotter.

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