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TWENTY

ELISE’S POV

Standing before the mirror, I admired the beautiful lingerie that clung perfectly to my body. Miguel hadn’t touched me, and I was dying to be held, to be felt. I craved to be slammed against the bed and ravished with pleasure. My hands trailed along my belly, settling on my perky pink buds, and I caressed them with the tip of my finger.

Just in time, the door swung open and Miguel swooped in. His gaze brushed me shortly before he started undoing his tie.

A dirty thought swept into my mind and I nibbled on my bottom lip. My steps, provocative as I strolled to him.

“Let me help you with that,” I said, attempting to grab his tie.

He nudged my hand off, “I can do that myself.”

A frown kissed my face as my brows creased together, “Isn’t it a duty of a wife to cater for her husband?” I voiced, making another attempt to touch him again.

“I said I can do it myself!” he yelled, pulling strings of shock in my heart.

The underlying frustration that wrecked my body caused my heart to
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