The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 223

First, Norton got a beating from his older brother. Now, Timothy was getting one from Penelope.

When he limped up to the third floor and saw Norton huddled in a corner, nursing his wounds, he felt a flicker of understanding for the first time. The middle child truly was the most miserable species on earth, especially when you had an older brother or a sister with superhuman strength.

After Penelope finished with her brother, it was her turn to be disciplined by Theodore.

On the large bed, she was half-undressed, utterly surrendering to his fiery assault.

“Mmm… don’t… please don’t do this…”

“Hubby… I was wrong…”

“Oh… I feel so… I want you…”

She clung to the man on top of her, her body no longer her own. He controlled it, savored it, and she found herself eagerly offering herself up to him. He had stoked her passions to a boiling point, and she was desperate for him to extinguish the flames, but he refused, even pulling back.

“Hubby…”

She reached for him, but he caught her hands.

“No.”

He watched her burn with desire, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“You devil!” she cried, playfully hitting him.

“What were you thinking when he told you I was with another woman?” he whispered, nibbling her ear.

“I wasn't thinking anything…”

“Be good. Tell me.”

“No…”

“You want me, don’t you?”

The torment was driving her mad. Tears streamed down her face. “I… I can’t stand it.”

“Can’t stand what?”

“I can’t stand the thought of you… loving anyone else!”

Theodore froze for a second, then crushed his lips against hers.

“Darling, this isn’t a punishment,” he murmured. “It’s a reward.”

That night, Penelope was thoroughly ravaged.

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