The billionaire's Torment

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as soon as possible. The woman who would grace my bed would be my choice, not someone who was thrown on my lap. Marriage was not for everyone, some people

d me, her intoxicating scent refused to leave my mind. Dammit, l was a confused man. Her image refused to leave my mind, her hurt gorgeous face tormente

my intention was to ask for forgiveness, for my rudeness. I knocked, nothin

of her pyjama bottoms and sniffed it. Arrgg! Store smell, l wanted her smell not this. My mind pictured her in the t

he bathroom door opened and Nora walked

reoccupied. Get out now! My mind scr

back of her smooth neck, the curve o

on their own accord, she bent down to smear body lotion on her legs, my hands touched her hips

gaze fell on her full breasts, my hands automatically moved, l took each soft warm breast in my hands, started kneading, my lips

I dry humped her behind, still sucking her neck, a deep groan burst from my lips. I was close to co

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upposed to be a tranquil night, my wedding night. I did not expect roses, l knew bet

aced them. I missed my grandmother and my humble home with a vengeance. I missed

k shower. I went back to the bedroom and spread my new night wear on t

th me after what he did? I pulled the bathroom door, met him about to

ong, tonight l would teach him he did not own everything in the world

aside, sprang from the bed, snatched my night

her one banged a moment later. Minutes passed then the sound of breaking things and thuds filled the house. Maxw