Chapter 90 The Little Cute Submissive Wife

• Cathleen's thoughts whirled uncontrollably, her mind consumed by the image of Xavier's naked form. She had seen his thick, impressive dick, and in her current state, she knew it could easily overwhelm her if it were to fill her pussy. Fighting to banish these thoughts from her mind, Cathleen closed her eyes tightly. She couldn't allow herself to think of Xavier that way; after all, he had been ruthlessly bedding Olivia at every opportunity, not even caring that his own wife was in the same building.
• The memory of their illicit trysts flooded Cathleen's mind, causing her stomach to twist with a mixture of arousal and disgust. This was not the man she had married; this was something entirely different—something dark, dangerous, and enticing. The tension between them simmered like a pot on the stove, ready to boil over at any moment.
• Not to mention their last sex was just next room to hers; she could hear everything—how the headboard hit against the wall, how Olivia screamed his name. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. Those thoughts were enough to make the ache between her legs disappear, but no, it became worse, and Cathleen was weak; she needed him. A man who sees her as just a paperwife and nothing more. A man who thinks she’s selling her body for a living. This wasn’t a man she wanted to give her first time to.