Chloe Simpson truly hadn’t expected things to backfire like this.
Especially with Alexander Johnson’s hand added into the mix.
She genuinely couldn’t control herself at all.
After they had been entangled with each other so many tis, Alexander naturally knew exactly where Chloe was most sensitive.
While most won might be sensitive at their earlobes, Chloe’s most sensitive spot was behind her ears.
Especially during those unbearable monts, the area behind her ears practically beca her Achilles’ heel.
Every ti, Alexander would blow warm breaths against the back of Chloe’s ears.
This ti was no different; after removing Chloe’s clothes, he extended a single finger and gently began tracing behind her ears.
Then moved forward, to her earlobes, ear rims, the outer edges of her ears, her temples, further upward to the sides of her hairline, her brows, her eyes, and even her lashes, inching down bit by bit.
When Alexander’s hand reached Chloe’s lips, it still remained so soft and teasing, caressing in a way that felt like a tickling touch.
Step by step, he continued downward, and every ti he reached a part of Chloe’s body that reacted strongly, he would return to the area behind her ears.
It wasn’t long before Chloe was drenched in sweat from head to toe.
Alexander was fully aware of Chloe’s every physical reaction, and he took in every single detail.
He was doing this deliberately; he wanted to drive her into submission using the most tornting thod possible.
He couldn’t forget how reluctant Chloe had been moving into his place for the sake of one million dollars.
On the very first day she moved in, she had cried her heart out, clearly unwilling to part ways with Lucas Hughes.
She obviously wanted to continue being with Lucas.
Those thoughts flashed one after another in Alexander’s mind.
He was flooded with irritation; he wanted her to lower her defenses! To beg him!
Chloe had yet to realize what Alexander’s real intentions were.
She assud this ti would be exactly the sa as their previous encounters.
She couldn’t have predicted the kind of tornt she was about to endure.
She simply lay there, convinced it would be over in an hour or two at most.
Once Alexander unleashed his desire, he likely wouldn’t bother her any longer.
Besides, she didn’t believe Alexander had endless stamina—he wasn’t so kind of stallion.
So Chloe continued gripping her fists tightly.
She kept repeating silently to herself, "Just hold on a little longer, just a little longer."
But then Alexander’s hand began to glide across her body bit by bit.
Reaching her chest, skating over a certain sensitive spot there, lingering and teasing.
Light strokes, gentle pinches, a deliberate hesitation—it was clear he wasn’t moving downward anyti soon.
anwhile, his other hand continued playing behind her ears, unceasingly rubbing and stimulating her. Her back stiffened all at once, making her snap her eyes open.
All she saw was Alexander sitting there, looking down at her with an air of superiority, staring at her with contemptuous disdain.
There seed to be no trace of lust in his eyes—only boundless fury and malice.
Chloe frowned. It was only at this mont that she began to realize Alexander was not going to stop at rely claiming her body this ti.
Seeing Chloe fix her gaze resolutely on him, Alexander suddenly increased the force of his fingers, pressing her sensitive spot down into submission.
"Ah!"
Chloe let out a startled cry, unable to hold it back.
"How does it feel now? Hm?"
Alexander’s hand continued its deliberate strokes, asking the question as if he didn’t already know the answer.
After all, the way her body responded—how that sensitive spot he pressed beca taut imdiately—already revealed everything.
It proved Chloe was truly overwheld, even if it wasn’t as extre as she imagined. Her body’s reactions had reached a tipping point.
"...Alexander, if you’re going to do sothing, please just get it over with."
Chloe drew in a deep breath, summoning every ounce of strength she had, suppressing her body’s instincts and feigning composure as she spoke.
"Oh, I’m doing it," Alexander replied with a light chuckle, his fingers continuing to trail downward.
The other hand, now leaving Chloe’s ears, shifted to a new destination.
One hand remained on her chest, while the other traveled downward in exploration.
But the movent retained its gentleness, just like before, as though feathers were brushing lightly over Chloe’s skin.
Though barely applying any pressure, the sensations Alexander left behind were undeniably impossible to ignore.
Until both his hands found their respective spots.
Chloe finally couldn’t hold it in any longer and cried out, "Ah... No... Stop it... Alexander... I’m begging you, don’t do this!"
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