The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 901 Be Good, Be Obedient

With a bang. Dutton fell onto the soft carpet.

Joyce felt the pain when she saw Dutton fall. She was afraid that he would wake up from the fall, so she pulled out her slender legs and ran over to ascertain that he had indeed fallen asleep again.

Realizing that he had really not woken, Joyce breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a big, well-defined palm reached over and grabbed her slender wrist and pulled hard. She fell on the man’s strong thigh.

Damien sat on the edge of the bed. He stretched out his palm and slapped her strong butt.

The crisp slap sound echoed throughout the room.

He actually sp anked her a ss!

Throughout her existence on earth, she had never been sp anked!

She was such a legendary figure that no one dared to spa nk her.

At this age, she got sp anked.

The hot pain from her buttocks made her pale skin boil.

At this moment, Damien’s low-pitched voice sounded, with a stern reprimand. “Are you going to be good in the future?”

This per vert!

He had really changed!

“Damien, don’t hit me, let me go!” Joyce struggled hard.

As soon as she struggled, her buttocks swayed.

“Twist your butt again!” He slapped her again.

Only then did Joyce realize how ambiguous their position was. She was on his sturdy thigh like a little girl, who was accepting his lesson.

“Damien, let me get up first.”

“Will you be obedient?”

“Yes.”

listen to me in the

“Yes.”

hence,

to run away, but Damien had already pushed her onto the bed

on her bath towel.

“Damien, what are

said, “I think we should

What?

“Mr. Robert…”

so tired that she fell asleep. Damien stood on the

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a cigarette.

returned to the room. The woman

and looked at her, then lifted the blanket

her.

out his strong arms around her soft

at her little face. It was as bright and scorching

her red lips. The kiss was so good that he

sleep, she did not resist and allowed him take what

At this

as if she

let go of her and

sound in his ears, and Joyce did not wake up. Damien opened his eyes again. His

so many

He whispered her name

—

very long dream. She was born to be the princess of Visionary. Her foster mother would always

did not understand what

liked to sit on the swing with the maid pushing behind her. Like a little bird in a cage, she was always curious about the outside

to fight

a while, she suddenly felt like having

world’s most perfect gene, and that was

night, she went to steal Damien’s

However, something unexpected happened.

was lying on the big soft bed,

incomparably ambiguous position. She looked at him and wanted to hide, but he covered her ear and

he leaned over and

time. He seemed to