My One in a Million Wife

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 185

Lyanna’s lovely face was contorted into a twisted mask of jealousy. “I’ve been in love with him since we were kids. I promised myself I would become Mrs. Nolan when I grew up. If even that cheap b*tch Hera can smile and flirt with him, how dare he not even look at me?”

“I can’t stand this insult, Damian. There’s only one family with the name Berry in Lake City, and they might as well be trailer trash. Do you really think the Nolan family can accept a girl from that type of family as a daughter-in-law?”

Damian swallowed nervously. “But didn’t we hear that Lucas was married? There’s already a Mrs. Nolan.”

Lyanna chuckled coldly. Judging by what she knew of Lucas, hell would freeze over first before he ever got married.

“If he were really married, I’m sure we would at least see his wife at one point. That incident where he rescued people on a plane? I’ll bet it’s another underhanded trick to promote South Star Airlines. Just look at their stock prices—it’s been going up continuously over the past few days!”

“Lyanna, I know you’re the smarter one and that you’ve always been more proud of yourself than I am, but I’m worried for you.” Damian heaved a sigh.

Lyanna glanced at him impassively. “I told you, stay out of my business.”

Damian’s lips moved like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only nod. “If you say so… “

…

this moment, in the Whitland Villa, two intertwined

heavy with musk, sweat and

woman’s breathy whimpers echoed through the room in time with

hands gripped Ashlyn’s waist tightly as he worshiped her, the passion

desperately to her last shred of resistance, unwilling to let herself fall

choice. Everything was working against her,

enough to send Ashlyn over the edge. He embraced her tightly. “Lyn…

Ashlyn

she never heard anyone call her

comforting to hear it

of the night, fueled by Lucas’s insatiable appetite. Finally, with every last drop

in her body settled down as well. As Ashlyn slept, unbeknownst to her, the sated Spirogyra glowed faintly as it lay docilely within her

arched brows were furrowed slightly, lending her a

not resist grazing his hand across her smooth cheek, pinching it mischievously as the urge occurred

a disgruntled sound through her nose but did not

not help the stupid grin that spread across his face. With his thirst slaked, he was content. Both his mind and body

feel every cell inside his body hum with

let out a long exhale. He still could not get to the bottom of his tangled thoughts, but he just knew that