Trapped in the Desire of Mandul CEO
Chapter 8 The Second Betrayal

"Where have you just come home this late?"

Chloe was stunned because she did not expect that her husband had arrived home first and was waiting for her at the main door.

"You want to make me die standing up, Axelle?" chloe protested, rubbing her thumping chest. He does not ignore the husband who shines a sharp spotlight, behaving as relaxed as possible as if he did not end up committing major sins.

"You haven't answered my question, Chloe!" Axelle held his wife's arm, clutching firmly until the woman complained of pain.

"Ah... hurts.." lamented Chloe because of Axelle's hand checks, squeezing so hard. He tried to escape. But her husband became.

"The answer was my question, and I'll let you go!" press Axelle.

"If I don't want to?" ledek Chloe, deliberately provoking the husband's emotions.

"Follow me!!" Axelle ride pitam. He dragged Chloe, climbing some stairs to the second floor. No matter how angry he is right now with his beloved wife, he does not want to show her in front of everyone.

"Deliver! You hurt me, Axell!" chloe joked, wriggling her arms.

Axelle paid no attention to the whining and screaming coming from his wife's mouth. He took the woman into the room and threw her on the bed, which had been sprinkled with red rose petals.

"I asked you again, where have you been all day?" Axelle is pinning down Chloe's body, like a wolf wants to eat its prey.

"It's none of your business, Axelle!!" ketus Chloe, challenge.

"Of course it's my business, Chloe. Everything related to you will be my business because up to this moment, you are my legal wife...!!" beaver Axelle.

"Your wife?" Chloe cengesan's. "Dreams...!!!" and, without feeling.

The pagutan is getting deeper and deeper. Starting from a gentle kiss turned into a wild fondling. Axelle enjoys every inch of her sweet lips. The lips she always craved. Lips that are not only enjoyed by him.

"Reply for my kiss, Chloe.." - Axelle, misty passion. Nahas, not a kiss he got, but a humiliation because the wife spat in his face.

"I don't want you to touch. I'm disgusted by a barren man like you! If you want to know, your stuff is nothing compared to mine!!" hina Chloe, piercing the soul niche.

Between grief and hatred, Axelle wants to vent everything that makes tightness in the chest and according to him tonight is the right time for him to end the inner aridity.

Axelle's face slumped over the nape of his wife. He wanted to satisfy his pent-up desire, whether his wife enjoyed the game or not. However, the lust that has reached the crown, dimmed instantly. Because, his sense of sight caught a deep red mark adorning the neck of a smooth level.

"You're still in touch with that bastard, Chloe??!! furious Axelle, clenching hands.

"If so, what do you want?" challenge Chloe, wet bitch.

"I don't hesitate to kill your lover's life...!" Axelle tore off the dress the wife was wearing. And there were signs of lusty love, in the sensitive areas of his wife's body. Anger, resentment, disappointment, united attack common sense and ravage the love that has never faded.

"Why, Chloe. Why...?" Axelle groaned as she grabbed her own hair. Such great love, in the end, boomerang for itself. He fell, he fell and was wounded so deeply by the betrayal of his wife.

A long groan, followed by a cry of pain. Axelle moved away from the wife's body and stepped on the floor. His shoulders trembled violently, as great as the disappointment that struck the heartstrings. Drop by drop, dripping from his clear eyes. Anyone who sees it will feel the pain. Not with Chloe. The woman laughed and continued to attack the weakness of the husband.

"Basic of weak men. Just out of love, sobbing sedan like a kid? Whoa!!"

"Already weak orgasm, weak also your feelings! Where is there a woman who would be the wife of a man like you!" Chloe continues to shower Axelle with insults and mockery. He is getting bolder because he thinks this is the right opportunity. She knew that her husband would not dare to hurt her. He exploits Axelle's stupidity because of an obsession-filled love.

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