Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0211

I looked up to see Tavon's pale face. There was fear in his eyes as his hands dropped from my face and to his side in resignation.

With how glaring the fear in his eyes was, you'd think he had seen the grim reaper; the whip in her hands was the scythe and she had come for his soul.

With his genitals still hanging out of his unbuckled pants, he turned to the woman who was still on the doorway. With her firm stance, I could tell that there was a thundering expression on her face. "Jessica, I..." he stuttered as he tried to explain. He was still struggling to form his words when the woman he called Jessica interrupted him harshly.

"Shut up!" With long quick strides, Jessica closed the space between them and before I knew what was happening, she raised the hand that held the whip and it came descending on Tavon's shoulder. I gasped

Al and

What the hell!

falling

watched the scene in horror as Jessica repeatedly struck Tavon with the whip, the sound of it making contact with his flesh filled my ears and

in shock. Now this moment was the one that actually deserved a 'What the hell' outburst

sight was burned into my mind - his wrinkled member growing more engorged with each cruel lash, a twisted look of pleasure spreading across his aged face. How could he derive such revolting gratification from this sadistic act? The very idea

dripping on the floor. A strangled sound of revulsion

my gosh, what did I just

After each lash, his face would morph from contorting in pain to relief. His eyelids would droop close as he moaned unabashed, his expression one of rapturous

hidden behind the mask she had on. I stared at her, wondering what sort of person she must be to willingly take part in these degenerate acts. Did this scene of utter debasement and perversion arouse her as well? The mere thought made me shudder with

act turn her on too? I wondered when I

a loud content sigh then with a smile on his face,

him again, even more fiercely than before. It seemed she took his pleasure as a cue to escalate the brutality,

to like it, to revel in it. His depravity knew no bounds - he wallowed in his own decrepitude and abasement, embracing