The Overbearing Tyrant's Pet: Doting On My Superstar Wife
"Huh? Innocent and pure male god?" Albrey Hamilton's cold thin lips brushed Oakley's cheeks gently, his hand gripping the person's pale and smooth chin.
"Very funny, isn't it?" Albrey Hamilton's hand ruffled Oakley’s hair, tousling it.
"Aren't you just a plaything?" Albrey Hamilton sneered coldly and domineeringly captured the lips of the person beneath him.
Immediately, Albrey pinned down the person's waist and thrust into the person fiercely creating a loud papapa noise that resounded in the low-key luxurious room
Oakley's eyes and face reddened which wasn't known if it was due to pleasure, fury or embarrassment.
Oakley's eyes pooled with tears that slipped past his cheeks rapidly yet he only bit his lower lip, a stubborn and defying expression on his face. He refused to part his lips, speak or acknowledge the cruel words of the person hovering over him.
"Naive." Albrey's thin lips curved in a cynical disparage.
"How do you think your fans will react when they discover their pure idol sold his body to me to become famous?" Albrey sneered coldly, his eyes darkening with coldness at Oakley's silence.
Oakley stiffened after hearing the ridiculing word that emitted from Albrey's lips.
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