The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 426

Late at night.

In Lyre Spiti, occasionally there came with the sound of a belt hitting mixed with the muffled grunt of someone in pain from time to time, and a woman's soft laughter.

In the quiet evening, these sounds mingled were especially abrupt.

But it caused infinite imagination and the desire to explore.

Malcolm "got what he wanted" and experienced a wedding night he would never forget.

It was a little reward after lust.

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It was the same night that Lyra would never forget as her wedding night.

Since her pregnancy, she had not done high-risk exercise programs in a long time.

Tonight she rode on him, used the belt as a whip and wielded it with abandon ...

Well, it was fun as hell.

With this extreme eroticism, Lyra's experience was pleasurable and soothing, but Malcolm's experience sucked.

In the early morning, the sunlight poured into the bedroom through the half-covered curtains, reflecting on the two good-looking and delicate sides of Lyra and Malcolm's faces.

Malcolm was sleeping on his back.

His arm circled Lyra's chest. Even in his sleep, he had developed a habit of avoiding pressing against Lyra's belly.

Last night was the wedding night after getting the license. The two played until late at night so they were now very exhausted. They were sleeping very soundly and didn't wake yet.

Until Lyra's cell phone rang on the bedside table.

She reached for it in a daze, and it was Twelve again.

But this time, it was indeed Twelve who made this phone call.

For his and Fifteen's negligence that led to the release of Ethel, he admitted the fault.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Some time ago, we noticed she was not that restless, so we relaxed. We did not expect her to make trouble again. She jointed Cerys' son Keagan, dazed us and ran. We accept the punishment."

Lyra skipped over the punishment and asked lazily, "Where is she? Have you found her yet?"

"No, yesterday we went down the river and salvaged all day. No one was seen at all. We also went downstream to several villages to look for her. We got no info about her. She was wounded by a gunshot. The river that day was cold. Could ... she has died?"

"Even if she has died, I have to see her body."

Lyra's voice turned cold and she ordered, "Keep searching. Search the villages downstream more times. She can't get far. She must still be in the villages."

"Yes."

Lyra hung up the phone. After this disturbing phone call, she had been completely awake from her drowsiness and sat on the bed.

Behind her, Malcolm felt the sudden rush in of cold air, and his little petite wife was slipped from his palm. He frowned with uneasiness and unconsciously grabbed the corner of her clothes.

Under the comforter, Lyra's nightgown was tightly seized by his hand.

She lowered her eyes and noticed that Malcolm was sleeping on his back.

The back of his waist was hurt from her sitting last night, or ...?

She leaned in, playing with Malcolm's hair and purposely blowing close to his ear.

"Honey, why are you sleeping in this position? Do you need me to massage your waist?"

Malcolm half-squinted his sleepy eyes and made a soft "hmm" sound.

Lyra fell back to sleep under the comforter, with her fingers and palms gently massaging his back.

However, when she was massaging, she smiled even more evilly.

Her fingertips silently moved down and stopped on his firm and upturned butt.

Through the thin silk pajama pants, she cautiously rubbed it and could obviously feel there were still swollen .

He was about to caress him when her wrist was grabbed.