Chapter 77* - Wife... isn’t this a good status?
His smirk sharpened into something darker.
Without a word, he let go of her wrist and grabbed
Without a word, he let go of her wrist and grabbed her exposed tit like he fucking owned it—rough, greedy, his palm swallowing the soft flesh, fingers digging in deep till she yelped.
"IEEEK—!?"
He didn’t wait.
He twisted her nipple—slow, cruel, mean—rolling it between his fingers like he wanted to make her scream. Her body jolted, the bud pulsing under his grip, and she cried out, raw and filthy.
"Ahngg!" she wailed, her hips bucking, spine arching from the savage mixture of pain and heat.
Cruxius suddenly lunged forward.
She barely had time to gasp before he tackled her backward—thump!—her back hitting the floor, the shock making her breath hitch.
In a flash, her legs were thrown over his shoulders, knees bent high, thighs shaking. He was seated between them now, knees planted, his weight pinning her hips down.
She was folded—knees kissing her own tits, skirt bunched up, panties soaked and stretched around her pussy lips.