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.
