Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 39

Chapter 39 The Most Conservative

Just then, Jean walked over and tried to turn the bedroom doorknob.

He turned it a few times, but it did not budge.

At some point, Luke had locked the door from inside. However, this was just a regular doorknob, and it was not very sturdy.

Bianca's heart leaped into her throat and stayed there, all the blood draining from her face...

Her lips were sealed by the man's scalding kiss. She could only look at the man with sorrow deep in her eyes, shaking her head desperately.

Luke kissed her for a long time, venturing deep into her mouth every time. After a pause, he pulled his tongue out of her mouth, his gaze bright with an unending blaze of lust.

The man's well-defined side profile stuck to one of her cheeks. The warmth of their bodies melded together, and his large hand did not ease up its grip on her wrists at all. Instead, his other hand, placed between his legs, applied even more pressure there.

"No..."

Bianca could not help another shudder.

Her knees were weak, and she needed to lean on something, but in her daze she pounced forward into his firm embrace, which was already trapping her tightly.

"Let go of me... Don't do this..."

She could finally breathe. With tears in her eyes, she forced her voice into the softest of whispers.

The person outside would not stop either.

After Jean failed to open the door the first time, he did not give up. He thought that Bianca was just throwing a tantrum and refusing to meet him. He knew that he tended to go out of hand when he was drunk.

He took a few minutes to calm down and lit a cigarette so he could settle his thoughts. As he watched the smoke rise, however, he only grew ever more frustrated!

He stood outside the bedroom door, trying to turn the doorknob a few more times. It was as though he had a grudge with the lock!

cigarette butt onto the floor, screaming, "Bianca Rayne, do you think I can’t

pain in

regretted holding out any hope for men a year ago. She regretted her naive belief that she could

were all

have completely blocked off Jean outside. He behaved as though the two of them were the only ones in this house, fully focused on absorbing her

had been half-pulled away. He then pulled the material upward until he could stuff most

not let go of her, his gaze looking

when he saw her lush

struggled, but she did not dare to ram into the door. She was afraid of making too much noise, lest she raise Jean's

what, she did not want two men to see her body at the same

at the way you're dressed. Don't you know that seeing you like

large hand touched

reached her, she felt some wet and

was selling her

that separated them was a thin door. Bianca did not dare to move or scream, and

eyes grew wetter and wetter, but

a fish on

purposely dress like this for his

not used to wearing her clothes to sleep. Today, though, she had put on a nightdress because she had taken a nap in the daytime. The dress reached her ankles too; it was

visit from this man who was currently

not give her a chance to explain, as though he was certain that she was doing

asked, "I know you’re at the door, Bianca. My back is leaning right against it now, can you feel me? I know that you still love me "That’s enough..." She pressed her legs together, and her body began to

rage as he looked down at her, the petite

tears gathered in her eyes. She could not shout because that would only make things even worse. Something like

at the man’s strong brow and sharp features as she gulped. The two of them seemed to be frozen in time, but at the same time, he had a powerful aura around him that made it hard for anyone

man’s voice was

did give herself to another man five

'Turn around", it reminded

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