My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him-Chapter 338 - 336: Forced Mode

Chloe Simpson felt deeply ashamed.

She fought desperately, screaming like a madwoman, yet her body was yielding bit by bit.

In this moment, it felt so much like before, during her divorce with Lucas Hughes, each time Alexander Johnson came to torture her.

Even though it was every time before, Lucas would send her to Alexander’s bed.

But she really couldn’t control her own body.

Nor could she control that feeling.

Just like right at this moment.

She kept shouting, "No! Alexander, you bastard."

"You scumbag, you beast, stop this!"

"You demon! Let me go!"

She fought back crazily, twisting her body.

But the more fiercely she moved, the more it seemed to stir up something exhilarating in her blood.

It was a feeling she couldn’t resist no matter what.

As if her mind was hers, but her body no longer obeyed her commands.

She couldn’t even explain it to herself.

She felt completely chaotic, struggling desperately.

Inside her, it was like two of her were swinging back and forth repeatedly.

One part of her was desperately trying to pull herself back to reality, telling herself.

She couldn’t be like this.

But the other part of her just couldn’t control her own body.

That feeling, along with the pleasure, seemed to bind her.

Chloe hated this feeling intensely, she opened her mouth and bit down hard on her tongue.

Her tongue was bitten, the taste of blood spread throughout her mouth.

She finally regained a bit of sanity.

Finally, between the tugging of her two selves, she found a small gap.

"Didn’t you say Selene Wilson is coming back?"

"Alexander, don’t you still want to inherit the entire Johnson Family?"

"Selene is the heiress of the Wilson Clan Group, wouldn’t you two be better together?"

"You can form an alliance, you can get everything you want, and she can get everything she wants."

She reached out, pushing Alexander off her with all her strength.

Chloe was no longer just fighting back, but the thought of her earlier resistance brought a realization of the physical result of that resistance.

She just wanted to end it all quickly, whether by begging or saying soft words.

As long as she could quickly get away from Alexander, it would be good.

"Isn’t this how it is in high society?"

"You form powerful alliances, you don’t care about things like love, you are just exchanging values with each other."

"You have also chosen her, chosen to exchange values. I beg you to let me go, okay?"

"From today onwards, you take your road, and I’ll take mine. Let’s not contact each other anymore."

"The deep feelings of our youth, let them end here, okay? And I have repaid you, these last days I’ve been in ICU, looking after you day and night."

"After you were discharged, I brought you home, still carefully taking care of you. Now you’ve recovered, and Selene is coming back from abroad. You two should be together, let me go, Alexander."

"I am just an ordinary person, I only want to live an ordinary life, I don’t want to entangle with you."

"I don’t have the power, your casual words could torment us for a year, or even longer, you could even bring us to death."

"Alexander, I’m begging you, don’t start again, alright..."

Chloe cried and choked, speaking repeatedly.

She said a lot, to the point her mouth was dry, to the point her throat was starting to hurt.

Tears had long flowed uncontrollably.

Her eyes felt dry, she even saw Alexander’s figure above her blurry, doubled.

And in this moment, Alexander seemed indeed like two people.

One of him was desperately trying to torment Chloe beneath him, just to make her give up, to make her leave.

Alexander feared he couldn’t control what would happen next.

And the other Alexander, seeing Chloe like this, had only one thought.

That this woman didn’t love him at all.

Consequently, he went madly back to tormenting Chloe.

In the darkness, no lights on, the luxurious master bed was comfortable yet dimly lit, curtains drawn.

The faint strands of light barely filtered through the moonlight.

Shining on Alexander and Chloe.

She lay there, her hair scattered like ink over the pillow.

The strands at her temples, damp with sweat, clung tightly to her face.

In the dimly lit room, the strands of hair, soaked with sweat, appeared more distinct.

In stark contrast to her constantly shouting and screaming, the tension, the thrill, her pale face manifesting under the weight her body could no longer bear.

Like a stark black and white ink painting drawn on the human form.

Creating a visually stunning impact.

Originally, Alexander only wanted to punish Chloe a little.

Never intended to go through with it.

But in this moment, it seemed he was no longer in control, couldn’t stop himself at all.

Certain things, certain people, seemed like they carried fire.

Once touched, once ignited, they were beyond control.

Impossible to stop.

That night, Alexander and Chloe felt as though they had returned to their wedding night, their first night together.

A brutal belt, frenzied venting.

Her entire being suspended on him, over and over again.

Only this time, compared to that night, it was fiercer and more brutal.

Even the custom-made bed swayed as if it couldn’t withstand it.

Chloe went from initial refusal, to pleading, to now losing control, having given up all struggle.

She continuously told herself in her heart.

Just this once, this last time, after this, they would never have any more connections.

With this kind of mental reminder, she became even more frenzied.

At the same time, she felt that Alexander was like a needle, piercing into her, refusing to be removed.

While she was like a tightly wrapped net, enclosing Alexander closely.

Her hair swung back and forth, their silhouettes interwoven tightly under the moonlight.

One leg of hers lifted sharply.

"Ah! Alexander!"

In the height of passion, Chloe couldn’t help but shout as though she’d reached her peak.

She felt all her strength, uncontrollably converging to one point.

The sweat, the sticky, ambiguous taste, enveloped both of them like omnipresent air.

"Not enough..."

In double pressure, Alexander’s heart once again switched to an enforced mode.

He needed her to fear him!

Needed her to leave!

And also needed her fiercely!