Chapter 73 Be Good, Mrs Ployd
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Henry’s fingers teasingly brushed her lips which were swollen and red from Win Xan, hoxe of satisfaction finally eased the frustration and well–dote the had plapped him over the you few days as he felt her body’s responses.
In his mind, Shana was just acting out. She had always been prone to tentrems, bet this face, something must have triggered her to push things a bit further than sweat.
Still, he grudgingly admitted she had managed to hold his attention for a few days something race for him.
However, even the most captivating games needed an end.
Henry was naturally composed, and his temperament was further shaped by years of avoiding emotional upheaval due to a weak heart. His ambitions lay solely with the Floyd Group and the family’s legacy. Compared to romantic relationships, he found far more pleasure in the battlefield of business, where victories were tangible and satisfying
It was time to put an end to this farce.
Looking down at Shana, he saw her teary eyes and strands of black hair stuck to her pale cheeks. Beside that, her heaving chest and slightly parted lips were silently tempting him.
Initially, he had just wanted to tease her out of irritation. After all, this was his office, a place he had always kept strictly professional. During business gatherings, he had often heard drunk CEOs boast about their scandalous exploits with their secretaries–the competent type and the ornamental type.
Some didn’t even bother finding a proper venue, rushing to satisfy their desires in the office itself.
Henry had always found such behavior repulsive.
Humans, as higher beings, were supposed to possess self–control and a sense of decorum.
Acting otherwise was no different from wild animals.
Yet here he was, drawn in by Shana to the point of losing himself. For the first time, he understood the phrase “blinded by desire.”
However, he blamed it on Shana who had repeatedly provoked his pride and left him wanting for far too long.
A wife who failed her duties deserved some punishment!
Shana had no idea what thoughts were running through Henry’s mind. What used to make her heart race
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now felt like a deep humiliation. She no longer wanted to be a tool for his desires.
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Henry’s deep voice suddenly broke the tension as his gaze swept over her long legs. “Actually, if you’d wor black stockings today, I might have been more inclined to consider your proposal.”
Shana could feel his hot breath against her car.
After a pause, his tone grew even more suggestive. “I’ve told you before, I can be quite agreeable in certain situations.”
Shana’s anger boiled over.
How dare he make demands now? Fine. I should’ve worn black stockings, then used them to strangle him!
Her blouse was almost entirely undone amidst her struggles. Her sleeve slipped off, exposing a pale shoulder marked with the red imprint of Henry’s teeth. It was a striking contrast of white and red.
Henry’s breathing grew heavier as he lowered his head again.
Shana refused to cooperate, twisting and kicking in an attempt to shove him off. Her nails left two shallow scratches on his face, and his patience snapped.
He swiftly flipped her over, pulling her back against him and seating her firmly on his lap.
He kissed the nape of her neck as he murmured softly into her ear.
“Be good, Mrs. Floyd. I’ll give you whatever you want…
Shana’s face burned. Although he
disgust and resistance mounted, her strength was slowly draining away.
Her head spun as she leaned limply against his shoulder, powerless to resist.
Henry rarely put effort into such moments. Whether it was ignorance or indifference, he had always approached their intimacy with mechanical detachment, fulfilling his needs and leaving without a trace of affection.
Tender moments were rare.
For a moment, Shana couldn’t tell whether this was reality or a dream.
But before things could escalate further, the office door suddenly burst open.
“Henry, this urgent document needs…
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The words trailed off abruptly. The intruder’s eyes widened in shock. The folder slipped from their trembling hands and hit the floor with a thud.
Henry moved quickly, grabbing a blanket from the sofa and wrapping it tightly around Shana, covering her completely.
Only then did he lift his gaze and uttered coldly, “Get out.”
The simpler the command, the more terrifying it sounded.
“Y–Yes… yes…
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Cheryl stumbled backward and she could barely put words together as she fled after slamming the door
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shut behind her.
Outside, Cheryl’s tears fell uncontrollably as she clutched her mouth and ran off in a daze.
The intrusion snapped Shana back to reality. Realizing Henry still intended to continue, she slapped him hard across the face.
“Henry, don’t push your luck!” she spat through gritted teeth.
Her strength was feeble, and the slap barely stung. But for someone as proud as Henry, it was an affront he
ad never experienced before.
Not even Duncan had slapped him like this.
Suddenly, the thrill was gone. Still holding her, he rested his forehead against her neck while his heavy breaths slowed down as his desires gradually subsided. He then pushed Shana away coldly.
Standing up, he adjusted his pants and belt, quickly restoring the composed and refined image of the Floyd Group’s CEO.
In stark contrast, Shana was a mess. Her blouse had lost two buttons, her skirt was tossed aside, and her stockings–already torn–were nowhere to be found.
Her body bore red and purple marks, each one painfully vivid against her pale skin.
Henry blamed it on her overly delicate skin. He hadn’t even done much, and yet it bruised so easily.
As Shana gathered her disheveled clothes, she cursed him under her breath. “Henry, you’re a d*mned beast!”
How could I have ever thought this man was a harmless lamb?
