Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 1805

He could ask for her forgiveness.

It wasn’t degrading to yield to his wife.

But shedding tears was too shameful.

Lucinda held the bath brush in her hand and continued to strike him while caressing his ear.

She said in a seductive way, “As long as you shed tears and beg for mercy, I’ll not only cease the punishment but also grant your desires.

Think about it!”

Lucinda would grant his desires?

A bright gleam took over Nathan’s eyes.

He was ready to do anything as long as Lucinda was on board.

Shedding a few tears in front of his wife was no major issue!

Nathan clenched his lower lip and pushed himself to well up with tears.

With teary eyes, he turned to her and gave in.

“Honey, I apologize.

I promise I’ll always be honest with you from now on.

Please don’t hurt me.

My buttocks are swollen.

”

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She glanced at the injury on his buttocks.

His buttocks were unmistakably red and puffy.

She admired the “artwork” she had crafted on him and remarked, “Nate, your buttocks look even more toned.

Thanks to me, you now have the kind of buttocks every woman wishes for.

”

Nathan was at a loss for words.

He held back his desire for her and, with a husky voice, inquired, “I’ve already given in.

Honey, is it time for you to keep your promise?”

Lucinda set the bath brush aside, signaling agreement.

With her “tool no longer in hand, Nathan seized her wrist and tugged her into the bathtub.

His eyes, alight with desire, were impossible to ignore.

“Now that you’ve achieved your goal, is it my turn to have what I desire?”

“Nathan…”

Before Lucinda could say anything, he swiftly adjusted their positions, holding her wrist firmly.

Suddenly, she found herself pinned against the wall, with Nathan enveloping her from behind.

His body effortlessly melded with hers, with no obstacles in sight.

Considering their plans to visit the museum the next day, Lucinda bashfully reminded him, “Please be gentle.

Otherwise, how can I show my face outside tomorrow? You’re hurting me.

”