Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 131

"What are you doing?" Joyce was startled by his rude and hasty movements and scrambled to protect

her chest.

Blinded by jealousy, Luther angrily and forcefully unbuckled her belt, "Immediately, right now, change

it!" After ripping it off, he flung it hard into the corner.

The thought of her dressed like that in front of those horny men made him furious.

"Yes, I did use the dress of the model, but is it really any big deal? Why so angry? I'll take it off myself,

okay?" Joyce tried to reach her hands behind her back to unbutton it, "I can't give this dress to Martha

today. I'm not as tall as she is, so the dressmaker made it a little shorter on the spot."

She thought that Luther was going to take her clothes off and give them back to Martha to wear.

The arms of the dress were a little tight and she couldn't reach behind her.

A small makeup table was set up in the changing cubicle. On the table were items like combs, skin

care products, tissue boxes, etc.

Luther simply lifted her up in the air.

Joyce only felt her body lighten and in an instant, her whole body sat on the makeup table. She was

shocked and intuitively tried to push back.

"Hold still. Damn clothes. They are hard to untie," said the man in his cold and irresistible voice.

He pressed close to her, his arms wrapped around her, his head almost buried in the nook of her

fragrant neck, and he reached up to help her unbutton her back, one button after another.

The dress was way too complicated and its buttons were very difficult to undo.

He couldn't help but let out a low curse.

Joyce did not dare to move, did not even dare to breathe until the clothes in front of her chest slipped,

and she subconsciously blocked her chest.

Luther turned to undo the buckle at her waist.

She pressed down on his restlessly moving hand and said with a red face, "I'll do it myself."

Did he even know what he was doing? If there's someone outside, they might think they're doing

something weird inside.

"Today it was Martha who suddenly left and her cell phone was turned off, so they really had no choice

but to let me fill in." She felt the need to explain.

He didn't say anything and just stared at her with burning eyes.

She was a little embarrassed and pulled her dress up a little to block her chest. With only her

underwear inside, how could she change if he didn't go out?

However, the man in front of him had no intention of going out.

"Hey, please go ou…" she just said.

He then reached out, grabbed her chin, pulled a few napkins, and wiped her lipstick off with force.

Who was it that painted her lip? What would those men think when they saw the crystal clear honey

pink? He was like a crazy devil, with only one thought in his mind. Clean it all up, and no one should

see them again!

"No, don't." She dodged around, but her chin was firmly in his grip.

"That's it, that's good."

"I don't want it!"

"Don't move around."

"Be gentle, that's not how you use it."

"I told you not to move!"

"You're hurting me!"

Conversations that made people blush were constantly coming out of the cubicles.

Luther saw her beaming red lips saying protests, and her thick lips now looked just like a silent

temptation.

He suddenly couldn't hold himself together and pushed her backward.

"Bang!" Her back against the cold mirror! Chills instantly flew throughout her body, sending the danger

signal to her brain.

"No…" was however her last protest.

Before she was completely engulfed by his sudden kiss…

She was confused, her mind went blank and she forgot to resist.

He pressed himself even closer to her, his body weighing all over her, and leaned down to kiss her

frantically.

He impatiently swept off all those “obstructions” on the dressing table.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"