His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 622

She belongs to me!

She clamped her jaw shut, but Jonathan’s tongue was both savage and cunning, prying her teeth apart and plunging inside, determined to conquer every inch of her mouth. A thin line of saliva trickled from the corner of her lips, and her jaw began to ache from being forced open. Jonathan gave her no room to escape, pinning her relentlessly against the floor-to-ceiling window. The glass at her back warmed from the heat of their bodies, and her clothes grew damp with sweat.

He didn't release her until she was nearly out of breath.

Smack!*

The sound ripped through the silent office. Jonathan’s head snapped to the side. Niamh hadn’t held back, and her own palm throbbed from the impact. He slowly turned his head back to face her. Her beautiful lips were red and swollen from his kiss, her eyes faintly glistening. He felt a sharp pang in his chest, like being scraped by broken glass.

“I just wanted to help…”

“By using your mouth?” Niamh’s voice was frigid, her chest heaving—whether from anger or the lingering effects of his assault, she didn’t know. She looked at him and pointed a slender finger toward the office door. “You can get out.”

“Niamh…”

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