Valentine drove as if his life depended on it and only took a deep breath the moment, he alighted from the car in the basement parking.
He could feel the blood rushing all over his body and his lower body was hard like a rock, already on the edge on exploding.
What kind of chillies did his little lover ate for her to be so bold like that?
To think that just five days ago, she couldn't even open her eyes, and now she dares pose for photos like that?
He gnashed his teeth as he thought about the person who took her. Who dared look at what belonged to him?
She didn't let a man take that photo, right?
After all, from what he knew about her, Amabel didn't have another female friend currently available for the only friend who was truthfully by her side was still on that island getting loved and pampered by his other best friend.
So, who took her photos?
With Amabel in mind, Valentine took large strides towards the elevator and didn't manage to see that a certain young lady was looking at him with infatuated eyes.
"I think that I am in love!" she exclaimed as she jumped in place and if Amabel was here, she would have noticed that she once saw this young lady.
It was none other than Agnes, the girl who was living on the eighth floor.
Valentine didn't know about Agnes and even if he saw her, she wouldn't matter for what awaited him was much more important than anything else.
When he reached the ninth floor, he exited the elevator and marched to the penthouse door which he smoothly unlocked before letting him in.
The lights were dim and she was nowhere to be found on the first floor, making him believe that she was in the master bedroom.
His lips curled upward as he took three stairs at a time and didn't even have the time to take the elevator to go there.
When he got to the floor, he took several breaths as he walked towards the door. His heart pounding in nervousness and anticipation.
Was she still wearing that?
How did she even come up with such a naughty idea?
He swallowed hard the more he pictured her in that piece. He was eager to see her close.
The moment he stepped in, he stopped as he came face to face with an intriguing sight he would never forget in his life.
There she knelt on the bed, with her hands behind her back, her bountiful chest pushed upfront with merely nothing but strings that clung to her skin.
He wasn't clueless to what she was wearing. They called it a sword belt and damn, this lingerie was truly …. It was a masterpiece which allows men like him to have a visual feast and gets aroused without doing much.
She was on her knees, slightly parted, even with the lights slightly dimed, Valentine's eyes could see everything perfectly.
He didn't know what kind of panties she was wearing but the little damn thing only covered her smooth and shaved pussy and the rest was just damn red strings. Her nipped were covered by a cross tape but that was just the same as her wearing nothing.
However, the visual impact was enough to make him speed, leave his wife and come to her. if she wasn't a succubus sent to him to suck him dry, then what was she?
"Hubby, are you going to just let me kneel here forever?" Amabel coquettishly invited, her voice sultry and tempting as she beckoned him with her finger seductively.
Gudong.
He swallowed hard, seeing how hard she was playing this night.
Having a woman proactively seduce him like this. He would be a fool if he didn't take this chance to teach her just who exactly was the master. And that happened to be what exactly she was aiming for.
Her heart pounded like a drum as she watched him coming at her like a predator.
She didn't fear but was filled with excitement. This kind of look was much thrilling than the one Beatrix gave her when she first wore this lingerie.
To think that she was shy and embarrassed to wear the strings earlier. It would have been a great loss.
"Come here!" he commanded as he stood just a short distance away from the bed and stripped his clothes in the fastest way possible.
While licking her lips with anticipation, Amabel took her time to climb off the bed, her slow and deliberate moves making him burn with desire.
Watching her coming to her slow and teasing him deliberately, he lost patience and pressed her into bed.
He caught her soft and red lips and sucked eagerly. His flexible tongue penetrated her mouth and wrapped around her tongue, sucking and licking continuously that the room was filled with endless moans which only fueled his desire further.
The two kissed passionately, their teeth and lips intertwined.
After not seeing each other for more than a day when they were used to be entangled each second after he owned her that night, they missed each other pretty much.
Amabel's soft body rubbed against Valentine, making the two feel wetter, lustful and hornier. The desire was strong and on the verge of bursting.
At some point, Valentine was admiring this piece of lingerie that bound her like a piece of offering. His big hand molded her perky breasts and removed the tape that was hindering him from admiring those delicious and taut nipples he liked feasting on very much.
Amabel being assaulted like that, moaned passionately and that only prompted him to work even harder. He loved seeing her squirming and moaning beneath him. Knowing that he was the one who was making her like that, Valentine felt that he was truly fortunate.
His fingertips rubbed against those nipples and Amabel moaned uncontrollably as she felt the itchiness.
"Ng~~~~ yes, Hubby …. Don't stop ….." Amabel's moans were unrestrained as her legs twisted back and forth and the strapless panty which only covered her pussy was already wet with her juices.
But that didn't make Valentine give in to her and give her what she wanted. He wanted to punish her slowly and teach her not to provoke him ever again.
The night was very long and he wanted her to always remember that she belongs to him and what better way to show that than loving her passionately.