The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 549 I hope you’re not as stiff as a wooden stick under me
Elvis locked the slim woman between the wall and his chest. He reached out to pull the button of his shirt, a gesture that was both evil and wild, “So where has your little penis gone?”
“I don’t know.” Olive was completely dumbfounded, and looked around in panic, “It must be a thief. There is a thief”
“Yeah.” Elvis made a sound from his throat, took her soft little hand, and placed it on his waist, “Look, is this yours?”
Elvis now feels like a big bad wolf, while Olive is a little white rabbit. He slowly lured her into his trap, then he could devour her alive in a single gulp.
Just then, Olive pulled out her little hand as if electrocuted, “This is not my Lil’ Elvis. This is not…
Elvis looked down at her. She seemed to be a little scared, her clear eyes like a runaway deer, revealing an unjustified taboo.
Elvis slowly pursed his thin lips: “Aren’t you always looking for Lil’ Elvis? How do you know it’s not yours?”
“This is not mine. I know. Mine is small. This is… big…”
Before Olive finished speaking. Elvis’s eyes darkened, and he bent his head to kiss her red lips.
Olive quickly turned her head to avoid him.
Elvis didn’t kiss her, thin lips falling over her long hair. He buried his handsome face in her hair, smelling her sweet feminine scent, “Olive, what do you mean? Are you kidding me?”
“No, I’m not.” Olive’s small hands wrapped around his neck, tilting her head to look at him. “Don’t – you just want my body? I can… I can… promise you, but you must let me see Nathan…”
Elvis suddenly narrowed his narrow, long black eyes, the hot emotion in his eyes dissipated a bit, revealing a bit of coldness. She was so drunk but she still hadn’t forgotten her duty.
If it weren’t for Nathan, she wouldn’t have come to him at all.
Elvis stared at her, then released her, turned to leave.
Did he leave?

“Elvis, where are you going?” Olive asked, quickly chasing after him.
Elvis didn’t leave the presidential suite but went to the bathroom, filling the large tub with cold
water.
The water wet his pants, but he didn’t care at all.
“Elvis, are you angry again? I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” Olive wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his handsopte face.
Elvis didn’t respond, he even leaned down, but she still kissed him a few times.
No matter how much enthusiasm she had now, it wouldn’t make him happy, because he knew that this was just a transaction. He won. He let her how to him, let her take the initiative to ask for peace, even let her give herself, but he didn’t have the joy of success.
“Elvis, what’s wrong with you? Don’t you like me? –”
Olive’s slender body was like an octopus glued to him. Seeing his nonchalant attitude, she bit her red lips with white teeth, and slowly kissed his protruding apple.
She remembered that he was very sensitive here.
The Sulkue Bride: Mirin My Male Husband
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Chapter 549 hope you’re not as salt as a wooden stick under me
She had kissed him before, and he had responded enthusiastically.
Elvis quickly narrowed his handsome eyes, and the emotion that had just dissipated returned, and the tails of his long, narrow eyes were dyed a bright red.
He hated her, but he hated himself even more.
He hated himself for not being able to refuse her. As long as she h ooked her finger on him, he would be as happy as a pug running over. As long as she takes the initiative to seduce him, his body will produce the most honest and loyal reaction.
He seems to have been bewitched by her.
Olive naturally felt his body temperature gradually heating up, she felt dizzy now, Elvis hugged her.
Olive was immediately delighted, she felt that Elvis had h ooked, “Elvis, …”
Olive wanted to talk, but Elvis let go of her the next second, and “bam”, she fell directly into the large tub, and cold water spread from all directions, engulfing her instantly.
“Ah.”
Olive was thrown into the bathtub without preparation, she dipped her hands and feet in cold water several times before revealing her small head. Now she is extremely embarrassed, like a drowned
ral.
“Elvis, what are you doing?” Olive carelessly wiped the water from her face, then looked at the man. outside the tub in surprise.
Elvis was tall, long-legged, he coldly looked at her now with anger and embarrassment, then pursed his lips, “Are you awake?”
“What?”
“I don’t want to sleep with a drunkard. Olive, do you need a drink to stay awake with me now? Do you want to paralyze yourself?”