His Revange Wife
My hands trembled at my sides, fingers twisting into the hem of my shirt as I fought the urge to flee.
Suddenly, his hands were on me, strong and unyielding, grabbing my waist with a grip that broke no resistance.
He yanked me forward, pulling me onto his lap in one swift motion. I gasped, the sound escaping my lips before I could stifle it, my body jolting against his solid frame.
The heat of him seeped through my clothes, his thighs firm beneath me, and for a moment, I was trapped in the intimacy of it all the scent of his cologne, the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back.
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