Chapter 270 Chaotic Storm

Her husband's face flashed in her mind—his kind eyes, his gentle touch. He was the only man she had ever been with, and their intimacy had always been soft, careful, almost reverent.

He treated her body like something delicate, something precious. Ross, on the other hand, was anything but gentle. His rough, domineering hands treated her like a possession, something to claim and conquer.

The stark contrast overwhelmed her senses, throwing her into a whirlwind of confusion and guilt.

Minutes passed like an eternity, with Ross's hands continuing their relentless assault on her chest. Her soft, sensitive breasts, once only touched with care, were now subjected to his unyielding grip.

She felt his fingers pressing, pulling, and kneading as though he was molding her body to his will.

Then it happened.

"Ahhhhh…"