CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win Chapter 225

“I don’t think Mr. Turner will use fake products. Therefore, all these must be original.”

Speaking, Finley opened the packages and checked the anti-fake labels.

After confirmation, Finley put down the perfumes with a bright smile. She walked to Bryan. She sat on his lap, wrapped his neck, and kissed his cheek. “Honey. Love you!”

It was a great trial for a man when a coquettish woman was on his lap.

He paid a lot, but the repay was only one kiss on the cheek.

What a bad bargain!

Bryan held Finley around her slender waist, pushed her onto the sofa, and stared straight into her

eyes.

Finley looked up at Bryan motionlessly because this twist took her by surprise.

Did he want to have a bloody battle?

I was still on my period.

“Remember that you trapped yourself in this marriage. Don’t forget that you are married. From now on, you can accept gifts from no men apart from me,” Bryan ordered as he pinched Finley on the chin.

Finley blinked and said, “Okay. I will accept only your gifts.”

“Not bad.” Bryan was a bit softened.

He looked like a kid who got softened by candies.

Then, Finley suffered torment.

Bryan kissed her aggressively. He skillfully pried open her teeth and had a good time.

More than that, his kisses went all the way down.

Bryan left kisses on her earlobes, collarbones, and downward.

Finley was lost in these kisses. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Her clothes were gone.

Finley gritted her teeth with both shame and indignation. She stared at the ceiling and roared inside

her mind.

I just knew it. I would suffer when he felt good.

Finley had hickeys all over her body, and Bryan asked for trouble too.

Bryan felt horny, so he had to take another cold shower in the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Bryan came out in a bathrobe.

He looked abstinent with drops of water dripping down his short hair.

Finley could not help but swallow. She sat up from the sofa and straightened her pajamas before

the mirror.

*F*ck… Bryan, are you a dog? Look at the hickeys! How can I go out to meet people tomorrow?” Finley looked at herself in the mirror.

There were hickeys on her neck, collarbone, and…

“The old man cares about us. We can’t let him down.”

Bryan sat on the sofa, poured himself a glass of red wine, and slowly tasted it.

Tonight, I should stay away from Finley.

She was seductive, and I couldn’t resist her charms.

I didn’t want to spend our first night in such a way.

Finley lifted the quilt and then lay on the bed. “Aren’t you sleepy? Or do you want to spend the night

on the sofa tonight?”

“When will your period be over?” Bryan asked seriously.

Each day was torment for Bryan now.

Five days seemed as long as one century to him.

“In four days.”

Bryan didn’t say anything. He pulled a long face and looked disappointed.