Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0392

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Chapter 0392

Nicholas snatched away the pillow covering my head and began murmuring in my ear.

"I have never mistreated the Shelman family. They have asked me for more than you can imagine. Even if you allow Pete to make his own decision, he would also decide to go along with the marriage." "You never mistreated them?"

I dug my fingers into his shoulders harshly, wishing that I could grab a chunk of meat off him. "You allowed Marcus and Pete to fight each other.

"You even manipulated them to the point where Lucia had a miscarriage. Not to mention, you also forced him to give up on his marriage.

"Is this what you meant when you claim to have never mistreated the Shelmans? Even if Pete would choose to marry Annie, it's because you've taken away all the other options from him!" Nicholas grabbed my face and kissed me. "Don't talk about another man when you're in my bed!"

He looked down at me as he used all of his strength to fuck me. For a moment, I felt like my consciousness would be knocked right out of my mind

Pain and pleasure began to mix into one as if trying to compete to be the more intense feeling.

I couldn't help but cry as I punched his chest. Even begging was useless when it came to him. There was an unending amount of desire in

like a car had ran over me. After God knows how long. I felt a sharp pain, making me feel as if I would die the next second. Tears poured down my face as I shouted hoarsely, "You bastard! You might as well have allowed Claudia to run me

of the things

his relationship with me and even marry me. I wouldn't believe the lies about his illness

reached such a point where we treated

I might have even been able to

the only thing

groaned in pleasure before he froze. Then, he returned to his senses as he looked at me dazedly, and there was a hint of confusion in his

a gentleman who had never forced himself onto a woman.: Not to mention, the woman in question here was

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the fragile woman who was lying below him was

1. me.

"I'm sor-"

from my tear-soaked face. His hands trembled the second I locked eyes

closed his eyes tightly as his lips twitched. It was as

torment.

He didn't know where to touch to avoid