The Revenge of My Alluring Wife by Raven

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Henry’s fingers delicately traced the contours of Evelyn’s face, and with each tender touch, a silent language of desire unfolded. The air became charged with anticipation as their lips finally met in a passionate kiss, a moment suspended in time, immune to the world outside.

The car, however, conveniently arrived home. David halted the car, swiftly getting out and darting away hurrily.

Their embrace deepened, Evelyn felt the heat of Henry’s breath against her skin. His hands explored the curves of her body with a gentle urgency, creating a symphony of sensations that

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echoed through the confined space.

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Henry forced her down, making her back crash against the seat. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants, allowing his manho**od to firmly stand out freely. He grunted as he lifted her skirt…

He smacked his in her entrance, pushing it deep into her…

She whimpered as her core widden to his size. Her whimpers faded into a moan as she began to move her hips against him. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

was too wild, they were only half–dressed in the

the land auction. After having breakfast together, Henry and Evelyn lingered

piece of land in Memphis was one of the hottest investments, so even before the auction started, the venue was

his gaze wandering through the crowd, searching for the presence he least wanted

thought that if Evelyn didn’t show up this time, he would pretend not to have heard

the

and, reluctantly, had to break the news, “Boss,

here.”

Evelyn was aware that Henry would definitely be unhappy with her visit, but this was her first revenge after her

spotted William and Mia in the crowd, she was about

―

– Henry’s. She knew he was angry, and she was even more aware that

her lips into a sweet smile,

“Finally found you.”

her arms, like a scarf, wrapping it around the

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eyes narrowed bit by bit, clearly

back, and in the soft halo of light, only the silhouette of Henry was contained in her eyes, as if,

the coldness in his eyes

with me; don’t think