Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher)

Chapter 30

To Sean’s surprise, Angeline turned her head to kiss his fingers. She wrapped her cold hands around his arm.

The veins bulged in Sean’s hands. Electricity shot from the tip of his thumb, numbing his right hand before going to the rest of his body. His gaze was dark as he pulled his hand away, pinning Angeline down to the bed again. “Angeline!”

She opened her eyes, looking dazed. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, flashing neon lights illuminated his face. His tall nose and thin lips were inches away from her face. When she recognized him, she murmured, “M- Mr. Lawson, I feel horrible …”

“Don’t be scared. I’ll take you to the hospital.” Sean tugged his tie out of Angeline’s grip, then used it to tie her hands together before wrapping the blanket around her.

The lust and emptiness coursing through Angeline’s veins only grew stronger as she felt Sean’s arms wrap around her, his scent enveloped her. She bit her lip and moaned, curling into a ball as her breathing grew

heavy.

She grabbed his hand as he held the blanket around her. “Help me, please!”

Sean paused; his eyes were like deep pools. “I’m not Ned Fletcher, Angeline. I can’t help you.”

Ned’s name was like a needle that stabbed the softest part of her heart. The ants crawling through her bones seemed to break free of whatever had been holding them back. They ran through her body, biting her as they

went …

Tommy hadn’t been lying. As time passed, the drug’s effects would only grow stronger. Angeline couldn’t take it anymore. She lost all sense of rationality. All she knew was that she wanted Sean! Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Half her face was buried in the blanket while the other half was covered by her wet hair. Her voice was hoarse and tormented as she cried, “Sean, please! Help me!”

The way Angeline called his name made Sean feel like a feather had brushed across his heart. It rekindled the lava of a long-dormant volcano, breaking the seals he’d placed on it and erupting in his heart. His gaze darkened, and his breathing grew heavy. His heart pounded.

Sean’s grip tightened on Angeline’s bound wrists. His veins bulged with the force. With his other hand, he brushed away her wet hair. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes blazed with flames. “Are you sure you won’t regret this, Angeline?”

“Please, just help me.” Angeline was out of it. Her lusty, wanton voice tempted him like a siren’s song. It lured him in, making him willingly fall into her trap.

The next thing Angeline knew was that the warmth around her pinned her to the soft bed, making her sink into it. Slender fingers gripped her jaw; a tongue pried open her teeth and slipped into her mouth even more urgently than she’d done before. It explored every inch of her mouth.

Their tongues rubbed against each other in a passionate dance. Having Sean’s masculine scent envelop her only made the drug’s effects intensify. A single touch was enough to make Angeline tremble uncontrollably, let

Angeline was almost running out of oxygen; her mind had gone blank. Sean’s strong, toned body pressed against hers. The heat he exuded enveloped her cold body, making her feel like she could be burned to a crisp at any second.

She could barely register anything. She didn’t know when Sean took off her clothes; all she knew was that his phone, which had fallen onto the floor, wouldn’t stop buzzing. Still, she didn’t miss the look in Sean’s eyes as he stared at her. It was enough to drive her wild.

As they kissed, a sudden pain made her grip the sheets tightly. She cried out Sean’s name, but a pair of lips sealed hers, making her fall silent.

Angeline didn’t know whether it was pain or extreme pleasure that made her fingers curl up. Slender hands pried them open and gripped them, interlacing their fingers.

She spent the whole night being controlled by the drug-induced lust. She submerged and surfaced like a boat caught in the middle of a storm while out at sea.