Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

To Sean’s surprise, Angeline turned her head to kiss his fingers. She wrapped her cold hands around his arm.

The veins bulged in Sean’s hands. Electricity shot from the tip of his thumb, numbing his right hand before going to the rest of his body. His gaze was dark as he pulled his hand away, pinning Angeline down to the bed again. “Angeline!”

She opened her eyes, looking dazed. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, flashing neon lights illuminated his face. His tall nose and thin lips were inches away from her face. When she recognized him, she murmured, “M- Mr. Lawson, I feel horrible …”

“Don’t be scared. I’ll take you to the hospital.” Sean tugged his tie out of Angeline’s grip, then used it to tie her hands together before wrapping the blanket around her.

The lust and emptiness coursing through Angeline’s veins only grew stronger as she felt Sean’s arms wrap around her, his scent enveloped her. She bit her lip and moaned, curling into a ball as her breathing grew

heavy.

She grabbed his hand as he held the blanket around her. “Help me, please!”

Sean paused; his eyes were like deep pools. “I’m not Ned Fletcher, Angeline. I can’t help you.”

Ned’s name was like a needle that stabbed the softest part of her heart. The ants crawling through her bones seemed to break free of whatever had been holding them back. They ran through her body, biting her as they

went …

Tommy hadn’t been lying. As time passed, the drug’s effects would only grow stronger. Angeline couldn’t take it anymore. She lost all sense of rationality. All she knew was that she wanted Sean!

She could barely register anything. She didn’t know when Sean took off her clothes; all she knew was that his phone, which had fallen onto the floor, wouldn’t stop buzzing. Still, she didn’t miss the look in Sean’s eyes as he stared at her. It was enough to drive her wild.

As they kissed, a sudden pain made her grip the sheets tightly. She cried out Sean’s name, but a pair of lips sealed hers, making her fall silent.

Angeline didn’t know whether it was pain or extreme pleasure that made her fingers curl up. Slender hands pried them open and gripped them, interlacing their fingers.

She spent the whole night being controlled by the drug-induced lust. She submerged and surfaced like a boat caught in the middle of a storm while out at sea.