The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 519

Would be able to have sex?

Malcolm's dark eyes glowed with excitement.

As long as they could have sex, anything was fine.

It was just crying in front of his wife. There was nothing to be ashamed of!

He bit his lower lip, forced his eyes redden, looked back at her and admitted being defeated softly.

"Honey, I'm sorry. Next time I will never make a fool of myself. Don't beat me. My ass is swollen."

Lyra lowered her eyes and looked at the wound behind him.

The skin was indeed swollen and red with the water droplets.

She admired her masterpiece, " Mel, your butt looks even better. It's called the quick butt augmentation method. Top quality and excellent service."

Malcolm was speechless.

He suppressed the evil intent in his heart and asked, "I've given in. Shouldn't you keep your promise and let's do it?"

Lyra put down the bath brush and nodded.

The moment the weapon wasn't there, her wrist was clutched by Malcolm and pulled under the shower.

The aggressive could no longer be concealed.

"Rara, you got what you want. So is it your turn to cry first?"

"Me ..."

Without waiting for her to speak, Malcolm clutched her wrists and the positions were instantly switched.

Lyra was pinned against the wall and Malcolm circled her from behind.

After there was no obstruction, it was a reckless attack.

Thinking about the trip tomorrow, Lyra shyly cautioned, "Don't do it too many times. How will I get out tomorrow? Stop it and be gentle."

Malcolm was noncommittal, pinned his chin on her shoulder and said, following her tone, "It's called the strong body method. Top quality and best technique."

Lyra was very speechless.

This was clearly called she was asking for it.

After the shower, Lyra's legs were weak and her back hurt so much that she couldn't stand up straight.

Malcolm thoughtfully wrapped her in a towel, carried her to the bed, brought a hair dryer and stood patiently by the bed to dry her damp hair.

Lyra was really tired. She lowered her head, leaned against his waist, closed her eyes and slept slightly.

She was like a good-looking doll and let him do whatever he wanted.

After ten minutes or so, the hair was blow-dried and Malcolm moved Lyra carefully under the comforter.

In the darkness, Malcolm pressed against her and kissed her lightly on her brow, eyes and nose ...

She woke up from a drowsy sleep with a kiss.

"What are you doing at night?"

"Hungry. Rara, do you want a late night snack?"

Lyra, who understood what he meant in seconds, was gradually angry.

She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, "Malcolm ..."

As she just spoke, her soft lips were immediately blocked.

Lyra's struggle to resist was nipped out directly in the cradle before it even began.

She wanted to curse!

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The first night of the honeymoon was kicked off by sex.

Lyra was really tired and slept soundly til noon.

She was hungry. As if sensing the temptation of food, she woke up little by little.