Divorced and Dominant: Now You Cry? Novel

Whitney's voice grew even Ashton looked at the incomparably enchanting Whitney , knowing full well the latter had employed the bewitching arts on him . His thoughts begin to sluggishly stall in that singular space and setting , as primal desires gradually seized the center of his consciousness . grew even more alluring , seemingly able to drag one's darkest desire into the light . " How powerful ! " Ashton thought about Whitney's bewitching arts , his mind jolting with alarm . He felt a brief , jarring daze despite his formidable willpower , as if his very soul had been snatched away .

Whitney , seizing the moment of his distraction , had already glided to Ashton's side . Her delicate hands wandered over his body while her gaze locked onto his , unleashing her bewitching arts to their fullest extent . He would be nothing more than her puppet if he yielded to her bewitchment . She couldn't wait to see if Ashton would still hold onto his brazen attitude once he was under her thumb . To Whitney's surprise - though Ashton's gaze appeared clouded by her bewitchment - his hands roamed provocatively before gripping her narrow waist .

She instantly felt a tremor run through her body . She might have claimed that she would serve him , but she had never actually intended to sleep with him . She was still a virgin , and she had no desire to surrender her purity to a lecher like Ashton . She only had one plan in mind - to ensnare Ashton with her charms until he surrendered the formula to the Complexion Elixir of his own free will , then hand him over to the Sage's disposal . Yet , it seemed like the plan was unraveling .

Ashton was becoming increasingly bold and handsy , to the point that he began tugging at her garments to rip them open . Whitney let out a sharp cry of surprise and backed away , wary of getting within Ashton's reach again . She felt her face burning with a mix of embarrassment and frustration as she gnawed at her lower lip , murmuring in disbelief , " Is my bewitchment not enough ? How could Ashton's resolve be this unshakeable ? " " What's the matter ? You're supposed to serve me , right ? " Ashton asked teasingly . " Why don't I perform a dance for you , Mr. Gray ?

It'd certainly make things much more atmospheric , " Whitney suggested , her expression remaining perfectly composed . Ashton nodded , replying , " It's fine by me . Rumor says that every woman in Blossom Hall has her own unique charms . I'm quite curious to see what kind of allure your body possesses when you dance , Ms. Wright . " Whitney , under the weight of Ashton's predatory gaze , took a deep breath and forced a captivating smile back onto her face . She then swayed her delicate body , dancing gracefully right before Ashton's eyes .

It had to be said that Whiney was irresistibly seductive - every movement of hers was incredibly intoxicating . If Ashton hadn't had such a strong will and the Drakelborne lineage coursing within him , he might have fallen under Whitney's control and become her mere puppet . It was unfortunate , however , that this level of bewitchment was simply insufficient to sway him . Ten minutes later , beads of cold sweat began to dot Whitney's brow . Ashton , on the other hand , still hadn't fallen under her bewitchment .

1/2 +25 Bonus Instead , he was sizing her up with a look of pure enjoyment and appreciation . She felt a wave of humiliation wash over her , feeling as if she were being toyed with by Ashton . How could her bewitchment have no effect on him , someone rumored to be a man of strong desire ? What was happening ? Whitney suddenly felt an inexplicable dread and confusion wash over her . Ashton closed in while Whitney was still lost in her spiraling thoughts . He swept her into his embrace , his fingers deftly unfastening her clothes while teasing , " It's time for us to head to bed .

" Whitney let out a sharp cry . She fought hard against his grip , only to find herself held tightly in Ashton's firm embrace , leaving no space between them . She instinctively clamped her legs together , a tingling sensation surging through her while yelling , " Let go of me ! " " What's the matter ? Didn't you come here to serve me , Ms. Wright ? " Ashton asked , a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Whitney's lovely figure struggle in his arms . 日 Comments Support Share 2/2 Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion.

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