Beloved Woman of Full Wealthy Young Master のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

My breath hitched as Amon broke the kiss, giving me a brief pause.He hadn’t stopped sucking the breath out of me, even when I was already exhausted.His pattern was always the same.Once he managed to claim a part of my body, he would claim it over and over again until he finally moved on to the next.I remembered, at first, he kissed my temple. He did it repeatedly. Then he moved to my eyes, doing it over and over again, and then to my neck, sucking on it relentlessly.These lips, too. Once he managed to claim them, I had a hard time breaking free from his kisses."I'm tired," I said.I sat on Amon's lap, facing him. My hands were pressed flat against his chest, bracing myself to keep from being pulled forward, flushed against his body."But I haven't had enough, Wisa,” he answered.My lips trembled.Lately, for some reason, it felt so damn hard to get him to listen to what I wanted.Ever since that hug from Tristan, Amon's obsession had only grown wilder."I'm exhausted," I said ag

Amon snatched my hand the moment I stepped out of the car, pulling me toward the private elevator door.“The refund has gone through,”“Why did the hotel suddenly ask me to move floors?”“It doesn't matter as long as I get a full refund,”“The VVIP floor was cleared out, wasn’t it?”The whispers of the hotel guests in the parking lobby before entering the elevator reached my ears.I was sure it was all Amon’s doing.A hotel employee pressed the elevator button for us. The door opened.Amon pulled me inside. He dragged my hand until I was pressed against his body.The hotel employee closed the elevator door.Swiftly, Amon’s arm circled my waist, his other hand touching my face all the way to behind my ear.His lips claimed mine, devouring everything, sucking until I winced in pain.Heat burned through my body.My heartbeat was racing wild.My arms circled his neck. My other hand gripped his arm.Amon took a pause, pressing the floor button.Afterward, he approached me again.His hand u

“Hello, My Wife,”I slowly opened my eyes when I heard Amon’s voice greeting me behind my ear.His hands were wrapped around my bare stomach, without a shred of fabric on us.My back was pressed against Amon’s exposed chest. Warm and soft.We were both wrapped inside the blankets, finishing off a heated night until we were both completely exhausted.In my hand was an IV drip. The fluid was giving energy to hydrate my body, which was suffering from extreme exhaustion.Amon is insane…He really is that twisted.Even when I was exhausted, he still wouldn't give me a break.If he wants to do it, he’s going to keep doing it.I hate this, but my body keeps betraying me.It just surrenders whenever Amon wants it to.Drrtt!Amon’s phone buzzed.Amon’s body lifted slightly, hovering over me, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.He clicked his tongue in annoyance, his breathing heavy.“Where are you?” Gilbert’s voice sounded as Amon answered the call.Amon sat right behind my head, his han

I averted my gaze from Tristan’s longing stare.Rayhan had just left, and now Tristan was stepping inside this house.This wooden house isn’t secure anymore. Sergio’s members could walk in at any time, even right into the room I’m occupying.“Wisa,” Tristan called out.He took a step toward me.I inhaled until my chest rose as he stood right in front of me.“Your hand?” Tristan grabbed my hand, looking at the open wound. He hurriedly grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and covered the cut with it.His hand was red, stained with my blood.Tristan turned his head to the bed, spotting the bloodied IV needle.“Are you sick? How did you end up on an IV?” he asked.His eyes were filled with worry, fixed on the wrist he was holding while his other hand kept the tissue pressed firmly against the wound.“I’m exhausted,” I answered sharply. “Yeah, I’m sick. Since you already know, just leave!”“Wisa,” Tristan’s voice was faint, as if my words had wounded him.“Please, hold this.” Tristan reac

Somehow, suddenly, when I regained consciousness from my exhausting thoughts, I found myself on a boat.Sitting next to Tristan, holding the tip of a fishing rod."Wisa, my line's pulling, look!"I turned to the side lazily.Seeing Tristan standing there, looking thrilled.He gave me such a bright smile.I wonder, how could he leave his work as a director just to go fishing with me?"Wisa, look... that's a grouper."Tristan's face scrunched up, turning disappointed. "Why is this fish so damn small?"I looked at the fish at the end of the line. A tiny fish wriggling in the air."Guess we aren't eating grouper today," Tristan grumbled, annoyed.He grabbed the fish and tossed it back into the ocean.I stayed quiet. Didn't answer him. Only my head responded, turning toward him, toward whatever he asked me to look at.The sea breeze messed up my tied-back hair; strands near my face came loose one by one.Tristan’s hand reached out for those strands, flashing a cheerful grin at me before ca